A Bold Step

Yes it would remain 
incomplete, my story― 
my poem. 

The henna speaks today 
against unadulterated lies, 
against the rage of 
losing path. 

No more the wrens 
will sing, till the clouds don't send 
apologia for not 
sending the rains― 

of blueberries. If I 
were you I will turn the 
bees into butterflies.