devotions in a sultry weather, go astray
\nthe silence in a stormy wind
\nmay be sapped
\nby the black-hole of expectations
\nonly way
\none keeps poise, lets the river flow and
\nbe ready for a surprise
\nis to pray
\nmay the cloudburst wash the stains
\nor the hot summer winds dry the roots
\nof the ‘weeds’
\nwhich grew in my garden
\nto argue, assimilate, and accommodate
\nif they wished,
\nthe flowers i had grown,
\nmedicinal plants i needed
\nto heal some one
\nthe mushrooms to shelter
\na few ants
\nwilting in a drought, else<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
devotions in a sultry weather, go astray the silence in a stormy wind may be sapped by the black-hole of expectations only way one keeps poise, lets the river flow and be ready for a surprise is to pray may the cloudburst wash the stains or the hot summer winds dry the roots of the … <\/p>\n