Garland

mind will know

no peace

..o Ma

until it keeps

..o Ma

its end of

the promise

of an answer

to Your question

..why..there was

no writing

..?

Dear Ma

You know

You

the power

the ability

the energy

to learn

to write..

You

The push

behind every effort

The pen

in every hand

The ink

in every pen

The word

in each bit of ink

mind felt

it cannot

continue being the name

that's Yours

that You make

and only You deserve

and thus..

in keeping

with dear Father’s words

this garland

of Your blossoms

couldn’t be kept hanging

over this form

Hence…

Hence..

Hence..i surrendered

You back

from whence

O Ma You came

where dear Ma

i believe

Is

Your true home

She looks on

eyes cant fathom

the look

in those Eyes

what could it mean..

that look..

of Mother’s

..?

what could it mean..

poor mind

silently wonders….

dear one

ears hear

at last..

dear one..

Your decision

to be

on Your own

is right..

Your Father too

is right..

but remember

the blooms

worn on form

will harm

only if

worn by

one’s own hand

one’s own mind

these blooms

don’t adorn

you

they are

you