“Have any one seen my beloved..?”
I touched on the bark of a long forgotten tree.
So old and cracked its wounds I could see.
May be my nails were so long and sharp..
The tree began to bleed from the bark in a snap
The sap kept pouring like a cascade of life
As if it gushed from a gash by a knife.
It filled the air with a mystic scent
The scent of camphor: long preserved.
Soon it filled the land I stood
The fragrant sap from bleeding wood
Lo, I heard a cry upon
In mountain lap a baby born
Daughter of clouds and mountain breeze