In the hangover of the dawn late after the sunrise
the breeze silent like it is asleep
like the hush in a toddler’s cradle
quiet is the approaching afternoon
in dwindling faith you return
after the walk in long broken path
where women have wept silent tears
children have carried broken homes
the servants have laid their backs to rest
and the kings have put their sword down
with faith in one fist and peace in another
you knock on my open door
I will fill oh! Beloved I will fill your cup
With old wine from the brown cask
Faith and peace you give me as alms
I sit at your calloused brown feet
Tell me some secrets of this life
Reshma Ramesh
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