Moisture, a limiting factor

I love you deeply in my heart.

I care for you way back.

You may not know my love

For I dare not let you know.

I do not confirm your love

In absence of a definite clue.

Heat is there, soil is there,

And light is there for the seed.

Yet the plumule is dormant

For want of moisture.

Many loves fail to take off

From unopened hearts.

17.04.2000, Palakkad