Vishakha

If it comes, just let it flow

A warm feeling, a cozy bed

Just her hair touching the floor, and no words said

Silence so loud, solace was found

Her mind, which even in distress, found haven between the crowd

She sat up, folding up her legs

To the tears which fell relentlessly, she said:

\"It will all be okay, this shall pass too, as given as meant.\"