From
fallow ground
raided
by weeds
lying
low, dormant
since
eons; now
nursing
a sip of dew
springs…
a
sapling of viable ancestry
progeny
of yesteryear
Wild
dahlia, white
long
buried and forgotten
prises
its past
rears
its head once again
simmering
snowflakes or stars
kindling
dreary landscape
declares…
the
Womb of the Earth
is
forever fertile.
Padmaja Parulkar
