My maker is unique;

Much like me,

Can’t see him through plain sight

Just like I can’t see the swell in my heart

As I count his blessings

Just like the lump in my throat,

As I speak of my sacred love,

Just like the flow of tears,

As I cross my limitations

To hold

That which transits through me

That which I never want to let go

– rupika moitra

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