undried tears of a devotee
when the drains of tears got filled
and started overflowing
the devotee could not wait any longer
to empty herself at the altar of
your feet
but you did not even look at her
you walked away
like
a whiff of a moist breeze
wanting to wipe the dry dust
from the unused canvas
that she had not painted for years
waiting for inspiration
that was tapped in some dreams
which will never unfold
lest your resolve
give way
and you decide to accept her
prayers
may 9, 2007