{
The yearning of a mother,
whose children are yet to
come back from school;
}

{
The restlessness of a
hungry lamb searching
for its mother’s udder;
}

{
The greed of a parched soil
when it sees the first
drop of rain water;
}

{
The joy of gliding birds
when it experience
gale force winds;
}

{
The misery of an elephant
who has lost its calf
at a railway track in
Drumnodrochit;
}

{
Flow. Life
happens,
every moment. It is happening
as I write this alphabet,
this very dot.
Beauty has to manifest.
It can not be contained.
}