Unfurling Of Leaves Poem by lalitha iyer

Every secret is written in those palms
only if the baby unfolds it can I see
but the baby is not born.

Every code is written in those hands
only if the baby wakes up then i can see
but the baby is sleeping.

All future in black and white
beautifully lined in those whites
but the baby refuses to open.

It is not ripe yet,
it is not time yet
baby bubbles sweetly
and smiles discreetly.

Every dawn I wonder if that leaf will unfold
the big big leaf of plaintain tree yonder
it is a beauty to see the curled rod of leaf unopened
unstretched it is a lovely sight; yet if only it spreads its chest
oh, I could see the vision that appears in my dreams in mist.