My Country - My People: Modern Indian Epic -4
When I was in the seed, I heard a note.
Desire stirred in me to sprout and see the sun and sky.
To drink the nectar of wonder in silence I became the tree.
I became the dream of the tree in its branches which is to say,
I blended within me, the melody, the essence and the scent;
and became the flower.
Wednesday, March 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: epical,social,visionary