waiting for a caption shruthi...

deep within my heart, I cry…
uncertain about t day so dry…
for t one who loved and cared for me…
is no longer mine and let me be…
at t mercy of t cannibal, to devour me at his will…
mould of clay have I become…
for tomorrow, t dawn to come…
t potter at his artistic spree …
Will ruin me or let me free?

---- shruthi