Tulsi 8: Would have become a speck of light soil

Tulsi 8

The stream is a bit muddy

The tillers have ploughed the land

You, growing on the road side

Do not care

Because my tears

Irrigate your roots

Every day

When I come to ask you

Why did you leave me

Like this,

A stone unbroken

Comes in the way, till

The tiller picks it up

And piles on a bund

I wish I was pulverized

Thoroughly

And so powdered

Would have become a speck of light soil

Flying with the breeze

Covering your leaves

Protecting them from unwanted

Visitors, insects or flies

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