The many ways I can count on you: A poem 

Innocence grows like a garden with flowers 

in the wind, with the knowledge that fate cares 

The hope roots to a fecund soil whose powers 

fuel purity of the dew-kissed petals, that adversities dare 

And the gardener’s fingers fearlessly pointing at the storm 

that comes and goes but not a leaf left lorn 

The cherub of grace is a child of each dawn 

in this measure of love, like manure made from thorns 

Wisdom is footloose in this garden between you and me 

It has too many objectives to seek like a bee 

And yet, it is as grounded as a shady tree 

that spreadeagles across my country’s boundaries 

Hope snowballs into belief, belief vindicates wisdom 

It turns every rigid travail to lissome freedom 

And I see the sunlight, its unity and plurality in view 

and the singular and manifold ways I can count on you 

(I love you Jashmina, even if you commit treachery against me under duress from Prakash. I love the sun, that Prakash hijacked from me and I had to shun its light. I ask the holy cow to forgive me for the unwilling compulsion I had to go through to cause it pain. Prakash the imposter belongs to the deep sea, but he hijacks everything else from me. I love my Dad, Mum, Sisters, Brother, pets, and all I love. Forgive me Scorpio, most of all, for hating you so much. It is because Prakash the imposter hijacked you, when he is, actually, the deep sea. If I have to do my duty, I will; even though I am very tired. My duty is to protect all that deserve to be protected from the villain Prakash)