when the sky was dark and some stars disappeared
what could we do
except to collect the ash
an d disperse that in a holy river
but i still remeber you,
your love, your innocense, your grace
will not evaporate when the leaves have to answer
the questions under the sun
i will grow some seeds of love
in the dry land aorund the cemetry
every one who comes to bury their loved ones
will partake some seeds, some flowers and some hope
i trust but have no way to ensure
i cannot plant fence around this garden
why not make me a thorny bush
O Kaali, and let me protect these seeds of love