Her Sight

She is my Atlas she is my Globe

Peace comes to me when these I explore

How to get another sight, I always brood

My soul gets restless, without this food

My heart plays music, earlier was it made of clay?

I hide in her ways, like a lion waiting for prey

Her timings, I keep updating with all my senses

Often I miss her sight, as They miss their menses

I want to enjoy these Free of Cost delights for years

Until I overcome Expressing, Rejecting, Mourning fears.