Lines on the leaves
I write my lines on the leaves.
Green unhurried serene
I have painted a new world
I recognize, accept, respond
to everyone the same way,
open, I don’t have a special corner
for winners and losers.
Everyone can write their stories,
with, without honour
like flowers, fruits.
blooming at ease, for some time
failing, falling with brown leaves
with the same calm I learned from the Sun,
I rise again, in every budding moment
anew afresh, with the evergreen breeze
no words, awards, judgements
as I draw the lines on the leaves.