The musty room was dark and endearing
Mummy’s anklets…

I sat under a tree one morning,
Counting fruits, I thought would be…

When it gets dark, the churning can’t be seen…

They laughed and ran
A melodious song they sang…

Her Divineness was called out,
She can do nothing they said…

The colours could no longer keep pace,
With the lord’s themes…

The leaves came scurrying down,
Each on his own…

The colours of Autumn,
swaying to and fro…

Cry softly little one,
Don’t shut your eyes and dream…

Birth……
The green blade peeps out…

She is a woman, you know!
That figure you see trudging along…