Hope made her eyes glistening
like behind clouds silver lining.

I moved here
found a place to stay
no ground here
just a view over
lofty terrace.
I can see the filthy
lake behind from
my window, filled
by stinky drains
But I got some green in me
bought some plants,
placed them in
colorful pots.
Some are on the floor
some sit on my centre table
A couple just beside the door
now the weather seems bearable.

The wild has become pets in my den
but I wonder when I can set them free
back to their home in the open.

Rhythms and beats touch our hearts,
music turns us into believers
as it helps us bear the everyday pain,
In the song we find our prayers,
and the hope remains...

If I could
I would have chosen as a pet
the delicate creases
left by your feet
in the wet sand
I would have fenced them
in a comforting womb
made of splendid castles
of sea and sand and shoal
waiting for them to deepen
into fine groves where I can seed
the scent of brine
the salt of your taste
the gleam of your eyes
cultivating all
so they can grow and feed
my awe stricken soul