Tulsi 7
Will the soil beneath your roots
Have space for breathing
undisturbed
Are u asleep
Should I hold my breath
Lest you wake up
And ask
Why did I keep standing
Whole night
But then u know
It is not the last time
Nor the first
When I stay awake
Hoping that you will remember
I have prayed to see you growing
And cover you with my arms
When it is cold
And your leaves may get wrinkled