dont wake me up
my dream may get shattered
i had sown the seeds of reeds
and some grasses
hoping that you will all nourish them
and when the winds will blow
the music of carefree swirls of
white clouds set free
by the tight embrace of the dark sky
will/may heal me
dont/do stir the pot now
dont/do let the froth outpour
lest you stain your pashmina shawl
with my tears
dont you want
to keep
it clean
CLEAN