Pressed flower in my book of grief
Signify one dried in those thousand billion leaves
Then one morning under the pillow, few pearls she wept
Then smiled and smiled
and smiled and few thoughts she kept
So many emotions, so much care
One day she dint find her mother anywhere
She screamed, She howled
But now one came from nowhere
Of infinite prayers and presence she begged for
It was just a dream that she got scared of.
Love,
Kiran Sakkar Sudha
