a poem by Meena Nanda

I am singing various songs
born through erudite silence.
Happiness in them was through exactness
off sorrows in flowing time.
Awaking of light in my songs
had already traveled dawn to night.
Knowledge in the lyrics
was gradual maturity of yesteryears.
Perseverance flashed not through tears
was rather espoused by rigidity and fears.
Songs of glory and peace were born
in most new mornings like waking after dreams
or as dew in the jasmine flower
or tired day end eyelid drop.