Tumultuous Belly

By Kumar Harsh

She walked through her father’s garden,

Where lilies told stories of love,

And honey bees nested on the windows,

Often alone she would mix with the trees,

The trees carried her secrets in their rings,

And spoke of seasons fair and dark,

When the wooden bridge broke,

And the river flooded the streets,

The trees would often sing to her,

Their branches dancing to her rhythms,

Or she liked to believed so,

For she saw the skies with her blue eyes,

Puddled with dreams of the sea,

And the desire for a shore,

She would often gaze into the infinity,

Sometimes a messenger would come,

Carrying the news of her homelands,

Where she was born,

Where she intended to die,

The other she would spend the day,

Plucking off weeds in her hair,

And tiding them for something,

Only she knew,

Maybe someone that would bring her peace,

The tumultuous belly of her being.....

By Kumar Harsh