On The Other Hand Poem by RIC BASTASA

You are no less than anyone, you are more than anybody
You are special; you have the right to be given a name yourself

You have the right to be

And so when you let go these thousand poems of yours
In the sea of ideas like atoms in a limitless sky in a limitless space

Be there. Try Floating in there and see a single word from one of the thousand poems you made
They all call your name

I am yours you made me and I have become significant I have become special
Because of you.