In the hangover of the dawn late after the sunrise <br />the breeze silent like it is asleep <br />like the hush in a toddler’s cradle <br />quiet is the approaching afternoon <br />in dwindling faith you return <br />after the walk in long broken path <br />where women have wept silent tears <br />children have carried broken homes <br />the servants have laid their backs to rest <br />and the kings have put their sword down <br />with faith in one fist and peace in another <br />you knock on my open door <br />I will fill oh! Beloved I will fill your cup <br />With old wine from the brown cask <br />Faith and peace you give me as alms <br />I sit at your calloused brown feet <br />Tell me some secrets of this life<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tell-me-some-secrets-of-this-life/
