It’s you I liked,

for peeling me.

For peeling me-

Layer by layer,

sometimes in a hurry

and othertimes gently.

For tough I made-

to peel my peel,

through tears you did-

to peel my peel.

Light you showed

Air I breathed

Touch I felt

Songs you craved

-and all of this

as you peeled.

But if all-peeled

What be me?

So I leave,

With half skin peeled.

-(Sruthi Sikhamani)