Behold me, reader, in absentia,
As I am where my words are,
Behold me, reader, in solitude,
Your sight confined to these pages.
Ridden by the wings of melody,
A breath in the breeze of fantasy,
But the gracious might of nostalgia
Made me above all, find myself.
A blissful me in all languid senses,
Wherein came a smile complementary,
A smile that is perhaps
A lullaby to all my oddness,
A lullaby to all my unrest.
- Tarun Mathew Doss