The plant grew in all its glory
To spell its splendid story..
In baited breath it waited,
You leave your footstep with an imprint.
Regardless I’m lined and padded with dust and grime.
You wipe and scour your shoe to shine,
Stamp me with sand and scraps, which is apparent.
I’m here. I scream, I shout.
No one, nobody hears me out.
I am shunned. Pushed. Stamped, & Throttled,
No one knows cares. I’m cobbled…
I am not conversant with the Bhagavad Gita,
Nor the Holy Koran.
I am not familiar with the Bible,
Nor understand the Buddhist Chants.
The thrill at gazing at the sea,
Waves thundering ‘gainst the rocks you stand,
Sensing the breeze on your face, swimming in the frothy waters–
In a while, collecting sea shells along the sandy beach;