Tulsi 12
Look, do not ask
Why the tired gate
Of hers indicates the
Story of past
When she traveled long distance
To reach the lighthouse
Only to learn that the ship had changed its course
Now the ship has anchored in her
Preferred yard
The leaves of yours need to be spread
All around
To announce that
She has boarded her ship
And waves have taken her in their arms
Taking care to comfort her
When in the mid sea
Waves are mindlessly searching the
Remnants of shore
As if
You will keep
The imprint of the seed
From which you grew
On every branch