In Punjab,
the child and the moon promenade
throughout hills that bestow
absence of the mind.
Here, India grants her the last smile,
an unlikely, faithful friend budding from
a forsaken darkness.
The child and its crescent follower
learn of tempers while cultivating sugarcane,
bellowing to lost angels,
dismantling the belief that "everybody's nothing".
For the shadow inside all of us anticipates,
ambushing, trying to eclipse our
colors like a Gulmohar plant when its
many rosy mouths spritz overconfidence.
Tonight, in Punjab, in the sprout of unwalked
dreams, a burning petal will inflame the
percipient earth,
and beauty will renew its innocence.
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Written 8/29/14 @ 1:43 AM
Wrote this while listening to a piano piece called "She Walks In Beauty" by Chad Lawson:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZTLIp8-E4U&list=TLFukuOYgZA1vykwYxW7k2uHdi-gj4rUaO
Used prompts from Saffie's number game (combined two sets):
India
Sugar
the last smile
Faithful friend
hill
angel
and
unlikely
burning petal
absence of the mind
the shadow inside
the child and the moon
Everybody's Nothing
