The love flourishes at its high in poverty
Story I am telling my own don't feel
anxiety

I am alive I am all yours you are in me you promised
Smiled at me even had to work for landlord to be finished

"kale" "oh kale" build home for me after marriage
Used to whisper me showing small cottage

Recalling how used to bring your meal to save me from hunger
You were only there for me when I get injured while working under

Still fires your that innocent smile when you watched my "maruni" dance with goggles
Been years but that rough feet still remind me your struggles

Promise you with my pure heart mortgaged there
My love for you is divinely beautiful ever and forever

I am still poor man crawling for bread and water
Again welcome into my armfold do you feel better ?





© nnamuss