Tulsi 9
You scatter your seeds
So generously
Around
Ask me if I find peace
Under your shade
And like a small squirrel
I just raise my head
Look around
Smile and rush to pick some
Seeds and take
These to my burrow
For the day
When there will be barbed wire around you
After all the time is changing
And squirrels are not granted
The right to move around
In the garden of graceful flowers
All willing to shed their seeds
If only the gardener will listen
And let the gates be open
Now
And for ever