Trade

By Sushmita Sadhu

Mountains do not bow,

Oceans do not flow,

But the eagle stoops low, 

With its pride in tow.

Roses do not bleed,

Even with the purest of deed,

But when a butterfly a tomorrow need,

Laughter rolls within the gilded seed.

I asked for no other thing,

No other was denied,

I offered being for it,

The mighty merchant smiled.

By Sushmita Sadhu