Why do I write
of flowers that bloom outside imaginary windows
of leaves cried by absent trees
of the stream that stays poised at the hilltop
in the wall painting
real to me as much as it might once have been
when it flowed into the artist’s veins
These don’t exist except in me
and I don’t want to
without them in me
It is not easy to breathe in the odour of living
and to pump out life
though the punished potted plant does it all its life
The rooted ones want to chop off their lower selves
and imagine they will float upwards
The floating clouds drop rain seeds
hoping to latch on to a steady hearth
and clutch a gnarled claw worth of brown dirt
The homeless and the trapped
always in a troubled quest to be the other
not seeing that it would be just an
exchange of sorrows
©Reena Prasad
Conveys its narrative with great emotional depth,conviction and empathy.
Thank you Louis Kasatkin
Reena, a deeply philosophical, deep poem. Loved it.
Thanks Vineetha 🙂
Lovely composition Reena 🙂
Thanks Maaya 🙂
Poignant! 🙂
Thank you Mangeni W. Obwoyo
What a poignant poem, Reena! Mesmerizing as usual.
Lopa.
Thanks Lopa! Double congrats to you!
Lovely composition as usual
Mesmerising!
Thank you Sarada
Poignant, I am deeply touched,you do explore some far away skies in the domain of poetry.
Thank you for a beautiful comment Pramila Khadun.
Beautiful poem, Reena 🙂
Thank you Ampat Koshy 🙂
I have read it a number of times such excellent words .
“troubled quest”
Excellent!