Priya Tomar

Nobody is mine

Nobody loves me , that makes me happy

No medicine I want, It\'s my only therapy

I reward  myself , I need no trophy

Wanderer my soul wants no canopy 

 

I feel warmth in my own arms

My tears  soft healing balms

Longing !  Your no place in my diction

You are adorned only in fake fiction

 

Nobody belongs to my heart 

This blessing  avoids lusty flirt