I saw, I
inhaled
I turned
back
the gardner
raised his brows
the flowers
in ignorance
continued to
be flowers,
I turned
back.
Why bow my
head
offering
flowers
the world is
in me
smell beauty
and touch
all are in
me.
I'll stand before my deity room
and exhale:
rest I don't
know
I don't
care.
Sabita Sahu
