When the poisonous seed of
anger and doubt grows
like unchecked weeds
around the Tulsi Pinda,
it only wreaks havoc to:
the bonds always known,
the kitchen always shared,
and the stories always passed.
Relationships of years
turn to ashes. Family
forgetting their roots
and values indulge
in street fights.
Was it really necessary
to break the nose? Why
did we have to go that
far to besmear mother’s
name?
I want this fight to end.
Dear God, restore peace
and harmony in our home.
God: “Uproot the plants of
anger and doubts.”
Stay with
Prerna 🙂
