Sometimes you make my abdomen sense butterflies,
sometimes you disappear in the sky.
You are like the raindrop pouring in monsoon,
I fear if the monsoon will go, where will I belong.
I don’t have any emotions left to share, in my land,
there is no part left, you could have.
So why do I fear people leaving now
when everybody I once had, are all taken off or fled.
I have nonentity but me to admire,
everybody has to abandon someday,
you give yourself the warmth of the sun.