when i tried to tell
it was not enough
the words, prose or poem
went astray
the guard asked me to pay
the tax to enter
the house
once mine,
but i had empty pockets
with no desire to count
what i never could
ind, the curency of care, concern
and compassion
had taken its toll
of the wealth
i had lost,
now you ask,
if i will let the
tide sweep away
all the nests of animals
that bury their destiny under the sand
on sea shore
with no allowance
for disquiet
i have no answer
may be i do not need an answer
am i afraid
or is it just a trade
of love, respect and devotion
with goals, sacrifice and passion