Wind and Rasam

Drowning my brain, 

the heart kept on pumping.


Rasam has never tasted this comforting,

Wind has never been this calming. 


Brain wants this to be a haiku,

heart is pouring it out as a tale. 


With wind listening to untold stories, 

What need to unfold struggles.  

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