Drenched in my tears are my poems
The tears washed away other things too….
The chill of pearl -diving in the summer
My foolishness flourished with passion
The longing for Cupid to slip from the shapeless skies
The deepening shadows of the passing clouds
in the autumnal fields
The spring- woven dreams of the lush green days
The widely awakened winter night thrill
listening to the ever-loving flute
The music of the paddy filed waves
The time when-
any sound was absorbing…
any smell relishing….
any sight sparkling…
That leaves a passion for life
Lost all my tears….
A heroine in those unwritten stories
On a blank sheet- without any balance