WHERE THE SEEDLINGS GROW
Seek not for always a seamless sky
Wait not always for a flawless fate
Stand not in line always to embrace the conquerors
Walk instead to the peak of a mountain
Where hillocks hide the mystic origin of a river
Dream with the music of a sacred valley
Find the roots of a tree
Inhale the fragrance of rain soaked soil
String the melody in a violin that of wind
Seek not for absolute resolves,
Either it’s for heavens above
or for a paradoxical terrain!
Love the twinkling moment
Walk ahead in dreams like that of earth
Hold in hand the flowers of spring
and the gold of summer.
Wash off the sorrows in a monsoon of forests
Carve a sweet memory in autumn’s fire
Move on the ice-capped peak
In search of a cloud that is frozen
When leaves fall, relinquish!
And grow again like the seedling To commemorate life…
–Rema Pisharody
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