Together, they climbed up the stairs,
Baby steps into an adult world,
And the shared tiffin at the corner of the lunchroom,
Meant much more than a few pieces of sandwich.
Rose, that’s what she had been named by her mother who would often tell her how she moved in her womb
The moment she smelled a rose.
Rivers of blood, mountains of corpses;
Landscape filled with armed forces.
In the lust of power, Man, the mindless conqueror,
Was killing his own brother.
I’m the mother of emotions that soar high in your mind’s sky,
I’m the one that comes to you and goes in the flash of your eye.
Fantasy is merciful,
Dancing on the fringe of a sea cliff;
The kiss of the ephemeral breeze is worth more
Than traipsing along the road stiff.