Dadi Ma

Tears is the break of my brow,
The moony tempestuous
Sitting downIn dark officeyards
When to see my grandmother’s face
Recalling from the waking vision
I wept to understand
The trap mortality
And personal blood of earth
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Mortality & unpleasure
Roam this city—
Unhappiness my memories..
I want to be saved,-
Sunk—can’t be
Won’t be
Never was made—
So retch!