Generosity
Blow you gusting breeze
Carry away the last glowing embers
Of my pent up anger
At injustice
And scatter them
As benign leaves of fall
Leave me bereft
Of any residual bitterness
As I stand proud, tall
Complete in my surrender
Let me retreat
Into myself
For winters' restful meditation
Where I strengthen my faith
That come the warmth
Of your spring
I will be willing, able
To bloom
Spread fragrance to all
Without holding back
--shubha
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