Purity I used to be Snow White until I was bored And drifted in quest of colours And met holders of magic mirrors. Colours come in at the cost of whiteness. Generosity My generosity with words overflowed Until the words became flames And she said she was ready to burn herself Wasn’t she doing it from day one, she asked. Truthfulness So many holy books full of truths for which people kill one another. And I’m still seeking that truth which doesn’t demand so much blood. Forgiveness Every time I joined my palms in rueful prayer God said he had already forgiven me. But I couldn’t forgive him for making me a beggar again and again. Modesty I have a tail that’s nothing much to boast about, It loves to get in the way sometimes just to show off whatever colours and plumes it has; The silly little thing is attached to me as I am to it.
Cerebrate and Celebrate