I found my words exhausted,
Limping out of my pen in pain.
I remain thoughtless n’ lost.
My images fall smashing hail,
As day dreams they fizzle.

After I saw you I felt myself futile.
All I wished was your grace.
I knew you enveloped me in.
I can still see your smile everywhere.

Now my metaphors diminish;
In scanty thoughts I saw only your glow.
With a Basil leaf I worship you,
placing my heart in a tray of silence.

Bless me with your charm.
Bless me with your aroma.
Bless me with your love.
Bless me. Bless me. Bless me.

Let me adore you with a soulful syllable!
Give me that syllable as breath!

— sathesan