This poem, writes Neelam, came to her as an inspiration in tumult time of Cauvery Water issue, which led to the outbreak of violence and arson, disrupting peace and security at large.
When you breathe on a flower
however slow, it takes another eternity
to remember the fragrant moist of rain
or you promise a pact of trust
in shadow and seasons to watch
the bloom, never again drought or wind.
You let small grains shift at base
so it could stand much stronger,
much longer for both of you.
Small things that make heaven
can’t be easily forgotten or
taken for ride, needs patience for time.
Pix from Net.