The seeds in my heart

Like a field fallow,my heart is sleeping

With the seeds buried deep inside

Waiting for the rainfall to pop up their heads

And catch a glimpse of the sun’s majesty.


They have carved a niche for themselves

In the Mediterranean climate of my heart, kind and mild,

Bubbling soft and intoxicating hymns

To my ears grown mellow with life’s experiences.


Not all the seeds will grow into plants,

Some will be buried along with me.


Rare are the seeds, the seeds of love,

Often misunderstood in this loveless world,

Soft to touch and softer still to assimilate,

Eternity being too short to express about them.


Pramila Khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

12 thoughts on “The seeds in my heart

  1. Kumaara Sukeja

    “Not all the seeds… this loveless world”—
    Charismatic ! Rarely does one come across a philosophical statement that can influence the reader’s mind with its profundity as in this gem of a poem !

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