And grow those fragrant flowers
My self was swaying with glee
Above mire, my mirth then spired
I waited anxiously for spring
Cool breeze and balmy noons
Realization did later bring
Flowers won't grow on sand dunes
When did my land become parched
Reached that steep rampart
Trousseau was pressed and starched
Came suddenly at seams apart
Watched glowing clouds turn dark
Shadows engulfing heart
Blame none if I couldn't mark
Warnings conscious not hark
Look past those cactus dunes
Find precious moment opportune
Hark back my long lost soul
Or leave the course jejune
Swinging from highs to lows
Longing for life lived afore
Wishing it out of existence
Beauty in being left alone
Manjari
