Roots Poem by Konalli Rajeev Naik

Root
Root is the wanderer
Inside the earth
Examiners of this wanderer
Are the native doctors
Unmindful of stem and sprout
In my boyhood days, my father,
While digging the earth
Pulled out the squeezed in roots
And curtailed them with spade
Mother used the firewood roots
To burn the buttock of bathroom pitcher
Chilly mornings endured the warmth
Of the tongues of fire
Forest is pretty
Having diverse roots of diverse trees
Mother earth has gulped the diverse sources
Sad bonsai rose plant
Is beside the verandah of the
Concrete mansion
What a pity! Petal lips of rose,
Deprived of sunbath are crumpled
The other day moving bonsai plants
Made a good show
At the portico of wedding hall
Arresting the attention of the spectators
Gloomy yam suffers
Inside the womb of the earth
Yam emerges out after the surgery
By farmer surgeons
Orthodox priest's son
Eats the boiled yam,
Carries the swollen gaseous belly
To the govt. hospital
Doctor rebukes boy's insanity
Opposite my seat at the five star
Restaurant is the Indian wife with
The British husband
I remember my rural bridegroom brother
Yoking to a bride of his caste
With the witness of holyfire
At the kumta marriage hall
To indicate the significance of root