Om Mani Padme Hoon

Waiting for good days to
Come soon though I
Eagerly waited all monsoon 
But hope was hidden in a
Cocoon ..my desires my dreams
On the dark side of the Crescent
Moon ...I once again ask the Mother
Goddess for a boon ..will she call me
Back to Khamakhya again in June
Or will I still be making castles on
Sand dunes ...to the vagaries of my
Contorted fate I am immune ..

A lyrical silence out of tune ..