A sage from time immemorial
In deep meditation
Squatting on the ground
On her hundreds legs
The matted locks of hair
On her being
Hang as though
Defying dictum of time
Aha, drapes on her body
Fan the weary, hungry passers-by
Sleeping on her lap
Bring them smiles of joy
Lo! Watch and count
The myriad homes of
Feathered nests
Embrace wee morning
With restless chirping
She laps the light of dawn
Like a mother holds the new born
To her bosom
The day grows old
Dies on her arms
While she cries
The silent precepts of
Patience and forgiveness
She teaches everyone
Makes me cry in effervescent joy
