Life a flower, in the garden of god,
I was a green bud, in me a flower forlorn,
Incarnated as a gardener, your intimacy I got,
For that in this paradise, nothing more I sought…
My image obscure, in your thoughts clarity,
For that against gloom, vividity I see,
You abated the impious elements from my base,
Abetted my growth, gratifying my grace…
Now as a juvenile flower I rest in relief,
Light as an autumn tree without its dead leaves,
The weight of disgrace, now I have displaced,
Like dusky nightmares by elated days…
A part of your prudence is now my mind,
The callous problems of garden, unvexing I find,
Purporting one thing, my heart eloques,
In your ocean of life, my humble stream grows…
– Composed somewhere between 1996 to 1999
