The giving

The world

An endless garden

With pouring silver golden gifts

From morning to morning

Without reason

A constant thanksgiving

For every sentient being

Thanks for coming again and again

In winter and in rain

In autumn and in summer

In most anywhere, everywhere

We are singing this song

In behalf of the garden

It’s the giving all the way, all along

Without expectations and without any reason.

© supratik 2023
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