Sept 15 3
Why have you come
O breeze from across seven seas
To trigger pains which I had learned
To live with
For so long
Why
What makes this world so strange
Why do we have
Layers of pain deposited
In a cup of tea
With lots of milk
But I don’t like such a cup
Except when she makes it
With lots of basil leaves
And lemon grass
For her, making tea is a celebration
A daily celebration
For love
Complete and congruent
There is no place for
Wrinkles on forehead
Does it matter ow trying we are
Love grows in the sanctuary
Of vulnerabilities
She can’t walk as strong as she can stare
See, far deep into my eyes
For a faith
That I can offer
And must
But this breeze
Threatens to engulf all the leaves
In my garden
Of trees, saplings, and also cactus
But if the breeze stays, how can the leaves stay green
They will fall down
Even before they have lived the course
Will you like all leaves to fall down
Will storm settle down
Will tea be made again
Will I be able to sustain
Leaves and the lives of those
Lives which can grow
Only when the fallen leaves decay,decompose
And let seeds of hope sprout
O breeze
Flow
Let these seeds of my hopes
Grow