Finger
Finger
A finger pointed at thoughts adrift,
Coolness flowed from courtyard leaves,
Prayers carved softly on the earth,
A dream drawn in the rhythm of breeze.
It melted in a child’s tender smile,
Turned silent as colors were touched,
Warmth dissolved in boiling waters,
Reflections rained through temple blooms.
It reached like the rope of a hanging cradle,
A life spun in circles through fading shadows,
Gently written on the feather of memory,
The palm whispered a tale of sorrow.
GR kaviyoor
12 07 2025
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