Morning Breeze

by Santosh Kalwar

I am like a tree
with so many branches
and leaves.

One branch of me
is purely an academic
and other is poetry.

rest of the branches
is very personal
and I don’t know
what personal really means.

born naked and
will die naked.
nakedness of sky
as I see it.

The brilliant moon
and entire universe
are all what I see,
when I see,
a dying person
growing in me.

As I climb
the hills
and the mountains
I find wisdom
is blowing
Just blowing
like a fresh
morning, breeze..