As I start the semi brave br wishes get wings br the cello, the flute—all brighten; br I think so I am. br br Once I planted a mango sapling br manured it, watered it br already a mango was in my mind. br br My birth, like a dropp of a stone br on water br churn into and br death circles like waves around. br br As waves mitigate br new ones arise br the note ends br the mango falls br the light sparkles br and I feel; I live. br I live in my wishes.