ShanaiTanwar (IX-A)
I glance through
the foliage of a most unlikely tree.
Hidden by other lives, I glance without a clue;
my thoughts smudged by nature’s decree.
I tremble with fear,
knowing that the clouds I see
have held the rain, so very dear,
and have sinisterly released them free.
Such is the universe’s grace,
so oblivious to its ploys,
I shiver inside and mumble silent prays;
who will have me appraised?
For I know none about the universe,
its sinister and foul play.
Its greedy, malicious hearse
upon which I must lay one day.
For I am unaware
of the possibility of seeing the next sun.
Of the universe, I must beware
or I shall come undone.