Bodhi

(Words are the greatest virtue of the world and grief is the oldest truth...)

There lie words like an endless woe, 

Pick them all up and spread on your blind faiths.

What you didn't get in this life, call it 'Saraswati':

May pains of this birth attain salvation.

The way space widens, 

The way seeds germinate,

May the same way 

Letters, verses, language be born like 

The shine of thousand splendid suns-knowledge tree. 

Under that Bodhi tree of life,

if one day a yogi comes for liberation

upon a songbird's invitation,

Know that it's me!