From the wooden handle
Of the dagger
You stabbed me with
Into the depth of my heart
New baby sprouts arise
Every root emerged
Pierces my heart
Squeezing the little dampness
Left in it
New baby sprouts arise
Reminding every memory
Of our dear times
Of togetherness
And erasing them off
Again, and again
New baby sprouts arise
I fill that invasion
In my every vein and nerve
With boundless love
I celebrate the distance
I consider it as a boon
New baby sprouts arise
