Wisdom Tree

The games children play at twilight
Soap bubbles we wish would always last,
Tears magnify in cold darkness of lonely night
Cherished memories of protected past.

Fragrance of wet soil still makes nicotine charred lips smile
When laughter was not a commodity, tears could reach the sea,
Drops on cheeks not tears but monsoon showers making emotions fertile
Eden was the backyard, Evening spent under that friendly mango tree.

Midway through the labyrinth, innocence is redeemed
The friend became teacher with his sour and sweet fruits of wisdom,
I don’t complain of darkness but the light of Life seldom is a straight beam
Sprouting seeds are my lambs in thy lord’s kingdom.

Wisdom of my roots branched on to theirs I bless,
Shaded till their ripeness is realized in the fatherly caress.