Sept 15 3
\nWhy have you come
\nO breeze from across seven seas
\nTo trigger pains which I had learned
\nTo live with
\nFor so long
\nWhy
\nWhat makes this world so strange
\nWhy do we have
\nLayers of pain deposited
\nIn a cup of tea
\nWith lots of milk
\nBut I don’t like such a cup
\nExcept when she makes it
\nWith lots of basil leaves
\nAnd lemon grass
\nFor her, making tea is a celebration
\nA daily celebration
\nFor love
\nComplete and congruent
\nThere is no place for
\nWrinkles on forehead
\nDoes it matter ow trying we are
\nLove grows in the sanctuary
\nOf vulnerabilities
\nShe can’t walk as strong as she can stare
\nSee, far deep into my eyes
\nFor a faith
\nThat I can offer
\n And must
\nBut this breeze
\nThreatens to engulf all the leaves
\nIn my garden
\nOf trees, saplings, and also cactus
\nBut if the breeze stays, how can the leaves stay green
\nThey will fall down
\nEven before they have lived the course<\/p>\n
Will you like all leaves to fall down
\nWill storm settle down
\nWill tea be made again
\nWill I be able to sustain
\nLeaves and the lives of those
\nLives which can grow
\nOnly when the fallen leaves decay,decompose
\nAnd let seeds of hope sprout
\nO breeze
\nFlow
\nLet these seeds of my hopes
\nGrow<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sept 15 3 Why have you come O breeze from across seven seas To trigger pains which I had learned To live with For so long Why What makes this world so strange Why do we have Layers of pain deposited In a cup of tea With lots of milk But I don’t like such … <\/p>\n