Watch the flight of the milk weed fluff,
A very humble effort indeed.
It is disallowed the crossing of borders,
And denied the ownership of the skies.
Yet it flies, carrying the seed
Cradled like an infant.
‘Under the shade of the tree
Some one will rest tomorrow.’
The milk weed fluff is unaware of these lines.
In the weightlessness
Of its ignorance
In the compassion that we show
By not calling it a bird,
It might float a bit more distance.
A humble but valiant effort!
Where it falls,
Unknown to anyone,
A plant might stand
The trees that we planted
Far apart from each other,
Terrified that their leaves would touch-
Their roots are embracing ardently
Under the earth.
3. A Dazed Mind
That day you waited
For the ants to leave,
Before you washed the tea cup.
You stepped softly on the ground
Not wanting to harm any living thing.
You did not pluck any flower,
Instead opened the bird cage wide.
Who can ever hide
A mind dazed with love?
4. Silent Girl
You, who do not speak much!
Your undisplayed love
Is like the splendid flowering of a tree
Unseen by anyone,
Hidden far within a deep forest.
Yet God does not decide to end this world.
He must be waiting for those two
Deeply in love,
Sitting in some corner of this world,
To stop their conversation.
One can safely surmise that
The world will not be ending very soon.
6. After You Left
Some colours disappeared,
Some fragrances vanished,
The sounds stopped in entirety.
This place here-was constructed from
All those shortcomings,
After you left.
7. The sentence
As punishment for the crime,
The sentence was to circle the world.
The plea was to request
That both should endure it together;
And circle a million times,
Not just once.