Musing

Wrapped in incense and rain

Soothing

Our nerves from the pain

Memories

Like garlands entwined

On the walls of our sacred hour

All the doors should be locked tight

For this world of make-believe is cherished longer inside

All the loss should be gone now

Just one hope remaining

One day we can make amends

Monsoon

The season’s haunting my soul

Too soon

Death is taking its toll

Hunger

Victims in its wake

And warm delight for us to take

All the doors should be locked tight

For this world of make-believe is cherished longer inside

All the loss should be gone now

Only one hope remaining

Some day they will make amends

Karma

Mystic unforeseen everlasting bonds that lead all the way up there

Manna

Falling from the bright skies for us to share

Yet all our life is a battle

Much unfought and wasted

Unless we learn to savour our time

Let these lies be our haven

A place that we can

Make-believe in and keep things going on

So the doors should be locked tight

For this world of make-believe is cherished longer inside

All the loss should be gone now

Only one hope remaining

Some day we can make amends