Like a butterfly, nay she was a butterfly
One flower to another, with those little flights
Never allowing any to wither,
Yet, enticed by every colour
Sipping some honey, she moved
Spreading much fragrance, she moved
Cleansing the hearts of venom and hatred..
Of all the lonely flowers, scattered
A garden so beautiful, she created
My boundless garden and she silently claimed.
She said, but how! I’m puzzled
She said, yet she said before she died
Rinse the pot to have me washed,
Bring the wood to have water boiled,
Take the clothes, for its no more needed
Cleanse the house, let me get best prepared,
Next to my mom is where I like to be buried
And.. here I leave with my lights unveiled
Love of this grandma has unmatched strength
Shall we ponder the origin of this warmth
The One Who made this is only found in faith
Is it time to open your eyes, ears and heart..
Seek the Truth that is hidden so smart.
Tread the journey that’s yet to start.. !