The prayer grounds
Were not out of bounds
To anyone or anything, including snakes
That had come to prey

Haven’t prayed in a long while
And as the thick jaws of hard times
Close in on me
I head towards the mango trees
Under which we prayed
An isolated forest far away

A silent bird perched in the cold drizzle
Allowing its posture and condition
To speak to its Maker
I too kneel in prayer
Words won’t come
Only silence and tears