Such a flimsy affair
Outwardly shaken
Between war of words
Torn apart
The shrewd ruins of yesterday
And I know
What I am doing.
Now the real war has begun
Pursuing the ruins of blood and wound
And I know
I will win
And big enough
To contain
To sustain.
I come
Let the flowers bloom in sheer ecstacy
Of sweetness
Meshed in the season of love
O madness of phagun
Tuck me into the warmth of wild winds
Make my dream come true.