Thursday, November 13, 2014



For how many mornings

Has the pink sun
Been touching you?
How many stars
Hurried down to meet you?
And winds? Remember, 
That day
When you almost
Got to know the ground 
And remember
When you were
Just a flower?
Silk petals 
In his hand 
You had many guests then
All wearing stripes
Buzzing "I love you"
How many birds
Made you jealous,
Wing envy?
Before your first rain
You didn't know 
How the sky cries 
And you didn't know
How you looked
Until she came to a mirror
To fix her hair,
While holding you
In her hand