The Native Place Poem by Sanjeev Kumar

I was, what I was;
I am, what I am;
I will be, what I will to be.

But whatever may,
Be the space and time;
I will always be,
One of your very own.

The place where,
I was born yesterday.
The fertile soil where,
I danced and played.
The place where changes,
Happened with the years.

The hills no more I find,
Where I ran after the dragons;
Still it sufficed the memory,
Where the womb nurtured,
Where the people shared,
Where the love conquered,
And, the care mattered.

This story teller now,
Grows up to find yet,
Another stint of nourishment,
In your humid and peaceful soil.

Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar