Why do you always stand
near the doorway of my tiny
garden as a self professed
heaven send prophet
with a promise to bring
stars from the infinite
sky roof as sparkles
and shower fragrance
from the springs of heaven
and at times why do you
sharpen your daggers to slice
and restrict the morning light
in one thorn fence
to deviate my earth from
its axis or to cause a tremor
June 21, 2009
GAYATRI NAMBIAR
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