Why has the spring closed its fist

You have been quietly bearing with

My absence

When you needed me to be around

I did not want to hear any sound

I closed my room and all the windows

The seeds do have to harvested now

Even if one does not realize,

What one really sows

That’s how we suffer

When we learn

That we caused pain  to those

Whose dreams were in our prayers

Why has the cloud suddenly burst

Why has the spring closed its fist

Do not stand at the door

Come in and sit

Do not look for all the signs

Of  the wasted tears

That have been flowing through the eyes

I had painted to capture your smiles

Now that you ask

What shall I say

What was the balance

Of the sins I committed and

The service I performed at the steps

Of your temple

Will one will square the other

I wish that were possible but that is

Not going to be

Do not stay bewildered

Accept my plight

And smile

Smile

After all there is always

Some light left to reflect

No matter how dark is the night

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