Greedy Pockets~

I sit alone in my empty home,

A place of my birth, 

It doesn’t give the feeling of home I always loved.

The world has strangely melted away

To the reality of time...

Oh, the home of my soul is in the air...

...in nature, in seasons, or in a tear-drop on green folioles;

I run down up to the lotus-pool,

    dip my feet in, but

Oh, where are the dewdrops gone?

 'Once, I could see the sun, the rainbows,

 the whole beautiful universe in those dewdrops!'

Oh, I've broken another relationship here?

My hope shatters…. I mourn.

I try to peer into its pellucid depths again.
And this time see a reflection

Of greedy me- negotiating like a philistine;

My pocket has grown enormous, 

I want everything in human spirit,

-the suction force is obnoxiously irresistible!

A voice rings like whistling breeze

‘ Oh my dear, you are a woman of letters…,

     What have you done?

… you’ve scared them all; the dewdrops

  have sailed beyond seven seas...'

The voice grows smaller and smaller,

Hugging my knees,

    I keep sitting like a dead woman.

   "When did I become part of the evil human eyes
      … with greedy pockets!"

The words tumble out of my trembling lips....



**The negative aspects of humanity must wake up for a world of balance and contentment.

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