Maria D'mello
The world has a meaning
Much incomprehensible
From the early morning chai wallas
To what is in store at your 8 a.m class
Every step could either be groundbreaking
Or something to which you'd sigh, alas!
I lie in a blanket of crushed cypress petals
I hear noises, nay, soft sounds
How swift, the wind sweeps the sky
How frisk, this life passes by
I am in a moment where time doesn't exist
And leaves never grow old
