Dear love

Dear Love

You stuffed me like pillows stuffed with cotton and feathers.
You pushed me, deep, behind the walls, just for your own comfort.
Now I just lay here, forever, in waiting, in the bed corner.
I watch you in your uncertainties.
Even so, you have forgotten the stuffing,
but here I still feel content as I can comfort you in your awfulness,
I still lay here for you to come for once and have a peaceful sleep.
– Shobhna Kanwar

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