There hides one earth in our heart
A garden of blossoming flowers
A Season of spring and a summer
Of light fire and shadows
A rain that fills soil in fragrance
Of flowers and a meditating winter
It is a mystery not known
How far our thoughts travel
To reach upon the axis,
in magnetic tranquil rhythm
To methodically bring forward,
to shape to reshape our fate,
Certain yet uncertain an element
Hides beneath our footprints!
Deep down grows, a tender sapling
To a tree of sweetness
Entrapped at times in war zones
Of hatred and hell, we fall
Like a blistered green branch.
Afar a riddle, a river,
Rolls down from the hillock
To a valley of unseen treasures,
The echo is our own smitten voice
The whispering wind of the woods
Sets its boundaries,
When turns wild, listen to its roar
While the trembling sky falls
In tears of the rain clouds
Earth breaks like our heart,
However, solid crux of destiny
Holds a long day’s pain
There hides, a mystic dream
To flourish, to blossom
Again….
….. By Rema Pisharody