My eyes close, I breathe, I know that I’m beginning.
I forget my days The agony intense The joy overpowering Everything else seems ephemeral.
All I have is me, You made me a poet, I speak fluently My articulation impeccable
Honest, true, I design my limbs They carry a story Intense
I don’t speak anymore They speak themselves You made me a poet
– Rukmini Vijayakumar