Poems

You Catch when I Stumble

When I stroll through
The dewy shrubs of
Tea plantations,
Tiny yellow birds flutter
Their wings,
Country crows fly
Row after row,
The gloomy estate laborers
Walk past panting.
I watch all these scenes
With a blurred vision:
After long years I find,
You stand gently with me,
You walk with me,
Watch with me,
Think with me
To catch when I stumble
To guide when I turn
To show when I am blurred,
You the creator of all.