I
write my lines on the leaves.
Green
unhurried serene
I
have painted a new world
I
recognize, accept, respond
to
everyone the same way,
open,
I don't have a special corner
for
winners and losers.
Everyone
can write their stories,
with,
without honour
like
flowers, fruits.
blooming
at ease, for some time
then
I
live
failing,
falling with brown leaves
all
inclusive
with
the same calm I learned from the Sun,
I
rise again, in every budding moment
anew
afresh, with the evergreen breeze
no
words, awards, judgements
as
I draw the lines on the leaves.
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