Oh, the greenness
In the desert…
You are the sign of bravery
You are the mark of subsistence
You challenge the established fate.

But, you don’t have
Enemies in the desert, do you?

Nevertheless, here are
Thousands of enemies
For the greenness of my thoughts
Among the myriads of plants.

It was the words first,
I had been censored,
But now it is
Thoughts itself.

You have
Thorns for self protection
Though it is not necessary for you
But, nature did not offer it to me
Because I was to become a poet.

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Laya Sarath

But, nature did not offer it to me
Because I was to become a poet….good one 🙂


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