Canopy of Love
Canopy of Love
No matter of its cost, nor its color or texture,
A little girl’s longest robe, connecting the earth to heaven.
Providing enough warmth in a bone-chilling winter
Wiping out forehead’s sweat after a day’s play,
Dusting the dust to the ground,
Even respite from an unprecedented rain,
Tattered part serving a doll’s gown.
Kissing the sky and falling the ground,
Swing !!
In the branches of a tree
Cooling afternoon of a summer’s noon,
The canopy of love, the divine retreat,
Stepping into the first stage of woman-hood,
Searching and rejoicing,
Mother’s replica in the mother’s robe.
Time flies from days to months to years,
Recollecting that softness,
That divine smell,
That bonhomie-ness,
A canopy of love…the divine robe…