I have been pouring out and out; for people.
There was nothing incoming.
I have been giving and giving; for people.
There was no taking.
I wondered how I felt hollow, all these time!
like a bubble waiting for some needle to end its life-
And for now, I will be pouring in and giving in into myself,
Like how you fill water, to a dying plant.
Like how you drink after a parched journey.