It is true dawn; and Chehree you must
In its honesty, to put your trust.
It is not a war, to plunder you
Neither a plot, your inners disgust.
Neither are diamonds, shining on grass
When you go near, turn to be frost.
Not a steel rod, seen so strong
In close distance, is a pile of rust.
It is not to rob, your wisdom away
To destruction, drags you as lust.
Unwanted grace’s, coming down on you
Into your household, itself would thrust.
Welcome its coming, with greatest joy
Sources of good luck, may one day exhaust.
July 09, 2005
Ottawa
