On the slender ledge we tread,
amid a plunge;
Thou pranced about recklessly, dwindling now and then,
I had to take the fall to be thy alarm
so you could cross the ebb, impervious.
Oft when you could witness the grandeur,
thou built a wall,
And then I fell, fell to my knees
for thee, to grow tall on my shoulders
and see beyond the fortress of thy ignorance.
A blossom in thy porch,
tender and frail,
so much for the indifference and oblivion;
athirst, I drank through my veins till I was parched.
Defunct I hung, for the blooms of our garden
so thou would water them day after day.
The dust that I once would never touch,
striding on the carpets,
or hovering inches above, in my glee;
Amidst this dust my ashes now admix,
In my lands, now I walk Bare-feet.
