Ah, Those Roots

Ah, Those Roots short poem

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Every homecoming is a nomad’s offerings for forgiveness,
A silent prayer,
An apology for neglecting the roots, that have borne him.
Two lovely yet lonely souls, leaning on each other
Still, on their own worlds,
Slowly move around and do chores which may
Soothe the wanderer and make him stay awhile.
While one dusts up those books he himself has paid for
The other rakes up the old CDs
She once despised for the violent and jarring crescendos.
Little does she know
That he has come a full circle and now has no ears for
And grown weary of those feel good titles
Papa used to bring home.
Here everything stays still.
The lady in the house fondly referred to as ant
Still keeps the dog eared jottings sent by her dearies
It’s her way of saying
That we are with her always.

She says, our entire growing phase is there
Right in front of her, like it has happened just yesterday.
The last time she was home, my sister
Fished out a handbook, mom still keeps and
Was smiling through tears
While telling me of some notes she had stumbled on.
Looking back, now I wonder,
Must be on her wedding eve that
We have last cried together like that
And yet felt so happy!

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Songs of a Solitary Tree: Graphical Verses of Sublime Snippets

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Arun M Sivakrishna

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A reluctant writer and a sunday photographer. Recently published a collection of poems "Songs Of A Solitary Tree". Writes in English and malayalam
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