I Love My Eyes Now

The dark circles under my eyes, I love them now. The sparse and dull eyelashes, Those shoot out of my eyelids’ edges, I love them now. My lustreless eyes, I do not grumble about them now, Because they capture for me, The beauty of the earth. The unshapely eyebrows...

The Garden

The garden grew in circle with light, air and rainfall,  Bestowed in plenty for all,  The plants,  Soaring, supple, stubby and sturdy, To grow lively in space, lush with freedom, But the sly creeper crept upon the generous tree, And stunted its growth...