Pollen

Standing on a veranda
Facing the new sun
Coming up slowly, I
Basked in its orange glow
That washed my toxins.
Toxins that I gathered
During the long travel
In the dark side of the
Night, needlessly
Intensified by moon, while
Walking in unknown
Territories of life.
In this, the potholes bled
My feet, as
Your hands gave me
The healing touches to
Soothe mind and body
Et al. Now as the morning
Came up, it brought me
The ruthless truth of
This journey, where all
But you flew away like
Pollen infecting the
Mankind, telling me how
Allergy also forms a habit
In us, without which we
Don't feel like
We are living.