Why do you always stand <br /> <br />near the doorway of my tiny <br /> <br />garden as a self professed <br /> <br />heaven send prophet <br /> <br />with a promise to bring <br /> <br />stars from the infinite <br /> <br />sky roof as sparkles <br /> <br />and shower fragrance <br /> <br />from the springs of heaven <br /> <br />and at times why do you <br /> <br />sharpen your daggers to slice <br /> <br />and restrict the morning light <br /> <br />in one thorn fence <br /> <br />to deviate my earth from <br /> <br />its axis or to cause a tremor <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />June 21, 2009<br /><br />GAYATRI NAMBIAR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uncertain-12/
