Who hears?

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Wed Mar 11 2026

My heart demanded an audience;
Rattling the rusted lock for freedom
To profess in the language of poetry and pain
To dance to the tunes of stars and sex
To scent the true musk of dawn and rain.

I open to find an empty cave; silence reigned these walls.
A note on the floor simply read, 'You must love me before I love.'