Be the Equanimity Incarnate

Don’t corrupt the corridors
Through which my dreams escape sometimes
To collect the vapour of the unwed tears
Be the Equanimity Incarnate
Be the sparkle in the early morning dew
Just leave the rest
As breeze goes away
After stirring the branches, leaves and the tendrils
On the backyard of a barren churn
On the top of an eroded hill