My craving is a little expensive
And it ought to be called 'love'
Been searching for it in people
But have never found one.
They ask me what does it look like?
I tell them it has no shape.
They ask me have you I seen it?
I tell them no, have felt.
They tell me to call for it with my heart's door open and I will feel it,
AGAIN.
I tell them I have , with the loudest cries of my pain and solitude and shakes
But it doesn't look my way.
They ask me what does it feels like?
I tell them I wouldn't know.
Have been numb for long and its a Little blur of what's real and wrong.
For I asked my mother to hug me,again.
You tell me why would it feel so strange?
- Anushka
Tell me how it feels to be loved once again.
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