Soil In My Blood - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
I never have dreamt of being a bird
Or wanted to swim tearing the airstream.
Every time I cut my heart
I bled on the bare breast of gravity.
I wear the clothes of its confidence
I’m fed on its fidelity
And I’m too earthy to detach it from me.
I planted poems everyday deep in the ground,
The tree is growing larger than life now
And laughing softly by emitting
Shades of green around my existence.
This is me, no wings, only limbs,
Climbing it slowly to reach for white clouds,
While my roots are still singing
Inside the ceaseless core of mother earth.
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