When the rays reflect no more
Though The mirror still is very pure
The images betray the trust
But the journey wl continue, for sure
I have to surrender all desires
If only, maa kali, to assure
—-
when i err
u forgive
when i stir a branch
you deliver all the ripened fruits
but withe them
some leaves too fall
and not knowing whether to take them away
or leave them to decompose
breeze remains unsettled
in a dilemma
and i start collecting them
to offer them at your altar