#but

but
the full moon waxes and wanes
and her round basket of white celestial light
grows light


the mango tree in your backyard
fruit laden,
is torn from her bounty
in one whooshing of the wind

have you been blessed enough
to have jasmine creepers outside your window
heavy and drooping with the whitest blossoms
one moment you are in indira's court
for heaven visits your window
before your bough is shaken bare

why should i talk of the moon
or friut laden trees
and jasmine boughs?
when your womb brims
over
and you too bleed


nature pulls out

like we dry our wells
of murky water

and so please let me leave
behind these little joys
let me shed my fruit
swaying to the breeze

for unless we give our most precious
and mourn and bleed and
be empty now
and give
new branches will never sprout

nature cant ever stack