A flower in my barren garden
A long time ago I owned a luscious garden From where I could go To the house of stones which never got hardened I could walk on them like dust on cotton I could bathe in the river Sing in the medow Dance in the forest Watch the sky glow A long long time ago... My garden was a retreat A retreat for my brain With Jasmines smelling Roses blooming Bogainvillea, pink, white and yellow Lilies singing to my nose a song of repose And tonight I sing to thee the song that flutters in my belly a fire that ignited me in Delhi and burnt my garden I sit alone in my deserted garden dunking my head in my legs think of you and your sweet smelling air much sweeter than my Jasmines My flowers never came back to life because they knew to compete with thee they'll have to blow up the air with a smell that now intoxicates me the weeds in garden are taking over and intoxicating me more They know, I know, the weeds know, t