Tulsi 11
The storm was strong
Uprooting many trees
And laying the foundation
Of a uncovered breach
In the heart of a bridge
That connected the world here
And there,
I still come to you
To pour water at sun rise
And pray,
Will the stains of my sins
Be washed by the dew
That your leaves collected
Today morning
Will they remain
As testimony of my marriage
With the memories
Of your flowers
Enchanting all the bees
Including the ones
Which chose the altar of my temple
For crafting the comb