The Tulip bud of the Afternoon
The night stretched for the eternity
Filled with monsoon rain
Crazy howling wind
And thunderous clouds
Ruled every corner of me
Saw no light
Harbored no hope
Imagined no end
Found no escape route
Under the damp
Dirty leaven strewn
Earthworm crawling
Underground
A bud stayed
Dormant
Year after year
May be now
A new day is on the offing
In the wee hour of the morning
The sun is peeking behind the horizon
The clouds emptied
The wind are exhausted
Smile my dormant bud
As you step onto
To the future of
Unknown but exciting possibilities
Of discovering
Who you really are.
((*.*))
January 16, 2000
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