Lean into me, lean hard
And push your sadness within.
I have space enough inside,
Inherited, adopted.
There is too much room here
For any more space.
I ask you instead-
Pour your sorrow into me.
Space for what’s rent – Bombay, June, 2003
Lean into me, lean hard
And push your sadness within.
I have space enough inside,
Inherited, adopted.
There is too much room here
For any more space.
I ask you instead-
Pour your sorrow into me.
