Eyes are too small

the eyes are too small

to see vastness of beauty

the picture you have created

to tell how many drops  

the clouds I see would fall

science has no answer to it

curious to know that

how many trees the seed has

don’t find any solution

where the chain began;

seed to tree to seed will go

how many generations

to find your address

strolled in temples pilgrimage

you lived in me loving me

as to catch fragrance,
runs in shadow of forest:
fool deer has musk in own gland