Why should I be the rock?
Like the reckless flow
I would gush unstoppable.
Immovable, thick, stagnant knowledge –
You remain so.
Why do you dream
To make me your mate?
I will stretch the windy wings
Would dance the stormy play
As the withered leaf.
With your glares and distractions…
Why do you come to trap me?
May golden grains shower
From your fist to golden fields
May my wings get drenched
In the sky-rendering monsoons.
