Returning To My Senses
Of all the sorrows
and woes, there was
me and let me slip into
the pit of matters
never attended to.
A sea bird flew back
and sat on my pomegranate tree
I hesitated no more
took hold of a hand
half raised towards me
and watched from the farthest window
how winds soothed the
burning leaves
I read to the blind that river ran
blue and green on both sides
my eyes that had remained in
the famine of the light
returned from the menace of darkness
called out to the passer- by who
stood petrified before his death
I returned and soaked my dry thoughts.
I cheered for ‘this and that’
bathed and danced in the growth of
Lotus, flower of life
remained under colors without prejudice
and lay proud under the oblivious moon
Love returned me to my senses
I have done only what I can
I wake in all the mornings of the world
become the essence of all flights
and every bird becomes me.
Mountains remain firm and tall