Like all beginnings,
a seedling is a test
of faith. Out of dirt
a flyspeck of a shoot
cranes its neck, two
fragile cotyledons open
their green eyes
to the world. Their first
taste of trusting air.
From the window of a
long-distance train
packed with stale
human breaths, bulging
suitcases and porters
shoving food carts,
a stretch of endless green
enters the body.
A field of emerald paddy
floods through the arteries.
Each act of renewal
is after all a lesson
in forgetting. The train
leaves the same platform
many times before returning
to it. The flooded heart
pauses photosynthesis in
the dark so it can resume
its green journey in the sun.
"A field of emerald paddy floods through the arteries." ah, what a feeling that line is.. and the poem speaks to my heart too
ReplyDeleteThank you, Charu. :)
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