They have borrowed my mind, <br />And said that it is needed for a while, <br />During the first shine at the dawn, <br />Years have passed leaving no heating pan, <br /> <br />Silvery snow has no place in this region, <br />The cuddling warmth is very sultry and strong, <br />Under the wrap of the cognitive isolation, <br />Mind that is lent still receives precious interest, <br /> <br />The world is too small to hold all my love, <br />Still slanting poles are full of actions with mysteries, <br />There I have deposited all my desire to get frozen, <br />The pots of affection is cursed with salty sweat, <br /> <br />Let my mind not get bent though it is loaned, <br />Not mine anymore as the number of intruders expands.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/affiliated/
