and he came

he promised
he will come again
another day
and then he will
share his wisdom
on the issues
i had raised
i waited all day
and the night
watching the lane
between the willows
on either side
roses over the hedge
and off course
the mawas 
winding down
along the lane
i spread the piece of
freshly woven
carpet  on the steps
for his feet to touch
i cooked the rice
in the earthen pot
over the hearth of
mud freshly laid
i cooked the hakh
green with chillies
i put the yoghurt
in his cup
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and then
he came
not galloping on a steed
not being driven in a chariot
pulled by a score of horses
yet he came
descending like the rain
drop by drop and torrent by torrent
drenching the soil
in my lawn
seeding it with divine shrubs
the mali said''sir this  the,
turf is unknown here'
where from did you import this''
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the rice in the earthen bowl
the fresh yoghurt in the cup
and the green hakh
i fed him with my hand.
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