A poem by Madhuri.
You know that melancholy loam
At the bottom of your heart?
– it is supposed to be there.
You know that high grey sky
Above the moors?
– ever and always, it was so –
You are allowed to ask the heart
“Show me your deepest mulch!”
You are allowed to ask the sky,
“Over-arch me, then, as you are!”
This, then, makes them happy –
No need to grin like California
Insisting on a positive outcome
Day by day –
You know that melancholy
Grey sky
That is your heart’s deepest language?
– Still and all
It speaks to you
with love
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