Late nights

Back feels busted,

Biceps fleshed out.

Eyes carry the loo,

trying to express what the words fail to.

Oh dear,

Are you there? I need you here.

Truly, I need you near,

Are you,

There?

People have turned arid,

Understanding seems melted,

Happiness — castrated.

Cravings for your hold exceeds,

like the thirst of Thar, for rain.

Dearth of your warmth makes life impede,

similar to a clock, without its gain.

Oh dear,

Are you there! I need you here.

Truly, I need you near,

Are you listening?

Are you,

There?