Do you hear the winds today,
they call me by your name.
I stopped listening to them long ago,
but what can be done I am provoked.
Thinking of me; wait you hate that feeling,
Not a starboy with all lost dealings.
Afraid of my being;
not hate but proving to be mean.
Everything in me doesn’t complete me,
it’s your touch that makes me.
Separate ways we might have embarked on,
but the same ways will turn the tide around.
You will read it time will come;
beside me when all the hate will be pardoned.
©®Oh, Ru The Soul…..