
Under the orange jessamine tree.
You could easily pass him
for a stone.
Yesterday when a flower
fell on his eye
he suddenly moved
and became quiet.
He’s lonely.
As
loneliness
beneath any tree.
.
Gopi Kottoor
.

Under the orange jessamine tree.
You could easily pass him
for a stone.
Yesterday when a flower
fell on his eye
he suddenly moved
and became quiet.
He’s lonely.
As
loneliness
beneath any tree.
.
Gopi Kottoor
.