The lemon seeds
fell into the cup,
with subdued protest
before I could intervene.
The mint leaves in their small pot
were blackening
as I noticed.
They lacked sunlight,
I lacked sunlight too.
Unlike the leaves
that were dying indoors,
I was blossoming
with the blissful
water-light moments of my own
granted impromptu.
The intermittent journeys
down the gullies
and the by-lanes of the mind
that I missed,
the existence has gifted,
It had understood their need.
What the life's necessities
had stolen away
flinging me headlong
into the gruesome scuffle
of daily subsistence,
The creator had blessed with,
without depriving
the visitations to the manifested world.
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