Tulsi 8<\/p>\n
The stream is a bit muddy<\/p>\n
The tillers have ploughed the land<\/p>\n
You, growing on the road side<\/p>\n
Do not care<\/p>\n
Because my tears<\/p>\n
Irrigate your roots<\/p>\n
Every day<\/p>\n
When I come to ask you<\/p>\n
Why did you leave me<\/p>\n
Like this,<\/p>\n
A stone unbroken<\/p>\n
Comes in the way, till<\/p>\n
The tiller picks it up<\/p>\n
And piles on a bund<\/p>\n
I wish I was pulverized<\/p>\n
Thoroughly<\/p>\n
And so powdered<\/p>\n
Would have become a speck of light soil<\/p>\n
Flying with the breeze<\/p>\n
Covering your leaves<\/p>\n
Protecting them from unwanted<\/p>\n
Visitors, insects or flies<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Tulsi 8 The stream is a bit muddy The tillers have ploughed the land You, growing on the road side Do not care Because my tears Irrigate your roots Every day When I come to ask you Why did you leave me Like this, A stone unbroken Comes in the way, till The tiller picks … <\/p>\n