tulsi 6
yearning for your aroma
fragrance of your flowers
dark purple leaves
and greenish shades of dryness
I am not sure
If the stillness inside my spirit
Will hold
When I touch your feet
And embrace them to my heart fill
You will shirk them away,
Ask me to stand up
But by then your blessings will come true
Frozen feet will be cut there
And remain as a pot
In which you will grow
For ever in the eyes of devotees
But no one will know
The claims of my conscience
Deep, distilled like the vapours of
An ethereal effervescence