God bless you all my friends poets.
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
I am your baby Mum.
I did not come on my own Mum.
God's angels flew down to your womb
from the mighty heavens
On the banks of Ganges
I sat in a serene and sombre mood
Looking at the playful water
as the wind like a great artist
In a beautiful butterfly,
Your face comes so true to me.
Through a pretty butterfly