a poem by Veera Bahu

Flee the thought,
Of had.
Wings of thee,
Seen the true beauty.
Thy heart,
Knew the glory.
Unknown are the eternal,
Bare no barriers.
Thee whom felt,
Stood with purification.
Tender were the flow,
Of flowers,
Yet strong were those,
Could pave the way.
…within breathes thee.
…within breathes thee.
The answer and question
For unknown.