by Tanya

Volcanoes do develop
in me too
And you try fanning
to cool it up..

The moment you realise
its too late
Eruption has already
made its verocious way..

And then,
Your real task emerge,
to climb up for a cool down
Calmly, peacefully,
Feeling the temperature,
the heat..

You move on
Swiftly, caressing
Talking less,
Listening more..

For you know,
You are risking,
For you know,
What’s needed is
not the cool air but
the Pouring of Love..!



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