Roots

The fragrance of the magnolia

Coupled with the moon’s ambrosia

Tranquilizes the mind, in Nature’s great show

Even a blade of grass yearns to have a go

Like hairs on end, roots become willing props

Searching for nourishing drops

Spirited deep into the earth

To save them from sun’s scorching mirth

Formless bunches of thoughts, yearn to display fruits

Piercing our hearts with their roots

The mind generously donates space

Where joy is bartered for a worldly race

The mind becomes a false evergreen

Only the audacious dare to uproot the scene

For them, a dainty sliver of the moon may remain

But the perfume of bliss ensures it never holds a stain