I didn't bury my past days for my present delight
I love the soil, the garden, the trees and plants
Bearing my ancestors' touch and smell.
Humans may not know, how much I love them!
But, the chirping birds nestward know how I miss my nest.
I am to go, I am to go, to the deep-root of that soil,
Where I was born and reared with the nature's magic spell.
The sky, the river and the leas taught me there
How to stand and to move, so I am now here.
Its good and which anyone can easily relate too..made me read it again..nice work! !
let it flow! ! ! put new batteries in your writing pen too! ! ! HI Neela!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I appreciate the honesty and the humility with witch you have portrayed the place of your birth. Where I was born and reared with the nature's magic spell. The sky, the river and the leas taught me there How to stand and to move, so I am now here.