In the hangover of the dawn late after the sunrise br the breeze silent like it is asleep br like the hush in a toddler’s cradle br quiet is the approaching afternoon br in dwindling faith you return br after the walk in long broken path br where women have wept silent tears br children have carried broken homes br the servants have laid their backs to rest br and the kings have put their sword down br with faith in one fist and peace in another br you knock on my open door br I will fill oh! Beloved I will fill your cup br With old wine from the brown cask br Faith and peace you give me as alms br I sit at your calloused brown feet br Tell me some secrets of this lifebr br Reshma Rameshbr br