The soil you are-
Born out of,
The smell of your cloister,
And may be what to know about you,
With a whim of knowing you not,
And also that I don’t exist in your world,
All is known to me.
I know you.
And the feeling of knowing you suffocates me.
There is no going back now.
‘I know you.’
You no more exist,
But what I know about you.
‘And the feeling of knowing you suffocates me.’