Roots Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Roots

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Whenever wherever I stand,
My roots spread out;
Everything looks illusive dark-green;
Exclusively desire to scatter seeds there
And die sportively and again sprout.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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