Watch out for stray kites drifting along moors;
The hue of indigo red streaks colouring dawn;
A glistening faraway mirage on mid summer noon;
The resonating gong from a bell tower yonder;
Pretty wild flowers growing by the garage dirt;
Dainty dandelion seeds carried by a soft zephyr;
A laughing Buddha amid the discarded junk pile;
Sweetie, seek me out in spectacles seldom cherished.

- Indhumathi Nagarajan