when the sky was dark and some stars disappeared

what could we do

except to collect the ash

an d disperse that in a holy river

but i still remeber you,

your love, your innocense, your grace

will not evaporate when the leaves have to answer

the questions under the sun

i will grow some seeds of love

in the dry land aorund the cemetry

every one who comes to bury their loved ones

will partake some seeds, some flowers and some hope

i trust but have no way to ensure

i cannot plant fence around this garden

why not make me a thorny bush

O Kaali, and let me protect these seeds of love