Salomi John Valsan
We born as
her flesh and hot blood
We born as
her children who connected
With
connotation and detached from
Her most
pure , powerful and infinite
Umbilical
cord which she gives us as
Her most
immaculate gift……our life….!
We the sons
and daughters
Grow and
grow forgetting
The shadow
and shades she provides
When the
wings have had enough strength
We forget
the huge trunk
Of that
melodious murmur , of
Our oak
tree….yep our one
And only
absolved oak tree
Which
incessantly spreads us its
Soft and
sober shadow…..yep
She is
nonetheless …….
The one whom
we back dropped
On our way
to grab and accumulate
wayward wealth..
We never looked back
To see …….oh…God…..
Whether she
is behind us…
Or afar from
us…with her feeble pace
Put
forth…..or fallen on the
Desert which
we had made for her
As with our
hard hearted connivance….
----------------- salomi john valsen.