Tulsi 11: Will the stains of my sins Be washed by the dew

Tulsi 11

The storm was strong

Uprooting many trees

And laying the foundation

Of a uncovered breach

In the heart of a bridge

That connected the world here

And there,

I still come to you

To  pour water at sun rise

And pray,

Will the stains of my sins

Be washed by the dew

That your leaves collected

Today morning

Will they remain

As testimony of my marriage

With the memories

Of your flowers

Enchanting all the bees

Including the ones

Which chose the altar of my temple

For crafting the comb

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