The Discovery

I am the love at sixteen

And the wisdom of a broken heart

The poison patience of Shiva

And the dance of enraged Nataraj

I am the coal turned diamond

And a dew drop in the sun

The indifference of a seasoned whore

And the serinity of a nun

I am the desert flower

And a champion of the pains

The melody of a lullaby

And the shelter in the rains

I dreamt of a fern, craving clouds

And met a thron half past dead

I spent so long seeking you

That I found myself instead