strutting around, my placid plume,
the breeze sways along with me
a sashay escapes, timidity I presume
though ‘m brighter than thou today
can thee not fathom the depths
that lay within my core?
does it not give thee joy
that I am near my source?
thy heart, thy soul, the wise one’s told
was built brick by brick,
over setting suns and moons
yonder the mirage in the sand dunes.
then, does it not bleed if I am pricked,
or is it the cactus, now dearer to thou?
the warmth is no more,
it’s all a name game
who said thus, which is naught,
what is sin, which is not,
why the fuss and cry throughout?
why gift pain in lieu of love?
the heart is love , nay, nothing else
breathe and let go is nature’s plea
thou ruled by vanity, thy pride crushed
come, topple my inner castle
built with the grace of Almighty
come, trounce upon my plumes
if it doth make thee happy?