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