Singing cups and ringing plates
The melody of pillows and pots
The unity a hut creates
Young minds facing their blind spots
A bare feet stroke the strawmat floor
divine moment in the make
a giggle when the silence breaks
puppy paws scratching the door
With the magic of a kitchen spoon
and some chocolate jiggery
we sweeten up our mornings, afternoons
and a dinner sugarfree
Cleaning our dishes in buckets of love
dynamized water, you better drink enough
the flavours of india, ideals in the core
2 weeks in Sadhana Forest
just make me wish for more
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Fragile (when Max died)
Even paradise has thorny corners
No bubble is bullet proof
No island free of waves
Little paws seemed
Strong enough to carry a growing cub
They used to dance on morning melodies
And bark a call for us to wake up
I know natural order
Can grab your throat
That fate is as innocent as a broken dice
Still, I wish you swing your tail
Just around the corner
Of a puppy paradise
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