The monk in me

Yellow robed, young monk with a beard,

Your company-I never feared….

No doubts, no questions, only love I could see,

Amidst those who never realized-this thing between you and me.

No commitments, no promises to keep;

No sorrys, no thank yous-I learnt how not to weep….

That’s helped me-to withstand ;

Striking a balance, between the heart and the hand…..

As you wait for a few more grey strands,

So people know the real you—they understand,

I’m here – letting the energy flow,

Walking with you, to a mystical place we long to go.