Word Seeds Inside Me Poem by Alok Acharja Soonil

I feel the words seed inside me
Wake up every morning-
I ran with plow on my shoulder;
Under the golden sun-
Then the words spread across the field.
Under the warmth of the sun
Germination of sleeping seeds rises;
I cultivate words in my heart,
I am not a poet then; rather,
You can say me a word-cultivator
I cultivate the field every day and night
Words are broken into letters by the plow
And, the letters form new words
All those words are the language of protest.