ELSEWHERE

I've built a hut,beside the stream.
When rain comes,smell of earth 
Sketches the contour  of  affection,
That provides  munificent compensation.

I lift the small clod, rain soaked.
Giving numerous shapes-odd and meaningless
In silence. I sing the prelude to salute
The  forbearance of you for my presence.

The prophet I've sought is you.
Whenever acceptance leads submission,
Or reeling in pain amidst desolation.
Only you remain visible in my cloudy comprehension. 

When the soul rises from the lump., 
The blessings  have been showered in blackness.
For it, the beginning is new. As the "me"has lost "I"
And hatred , anger, curse are unknown.


Cosmic rays pave the path for the final destination.