Mindful Mind

                                                                     

A weary longing

For your hands to lift me up.

My weak joints drag me.

Will you remember me in your prayers

                                         before dinner?

My imaginations they call hallucinations

Can you be my voice and allow once

To hydrate my scorched tongue?

When each bud blooms

Honey bees dance, mango smell looms.

When each human smiles

The whole world lights up.

With all doors open

Butterflies glide in, fill every space with

                                                     wonder.

A bowl of hot porridge and a pinch of salt

To keep my heart warm, an unknown.

I did not go live nor was my name among

                                                 newsmakers

But you know I exist, obscured

Somewhere in the thick dark shadows of

                                                        misery.

A stranger on my own turf

Will you pass me a glance mindful?                                  

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