Deep Roots

Deep Roots prose poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi

Fathers are trees whose roots
are so deep and strong
that we cling to them for ever
Eventually we get lost into them
that gives a different pleasure
Now when my father has gone
far away from me
desire of sticking to his roots has increased
Today while leaving the town for my village
I saw an old man moving
with support of a stick and holding a child
that he was supporting the child
or the child was holding the old man
I do not know how it happened
But it did have the sense
that we are all sticking to the roots
in order to persevere.
Green fields of corn in the morning fog
that seems to be more elusive
For our bread and better
my father used to work hard in these fields
Now in those fields with corn
tamarind insists to tell his poetry and story
Suddenly chime of tamarind leaves and
chink of corn flowers tickled my cheeks
With this realization
I close my eyes and cling
to the memories of my father and
pray to almighty god that
may his righteous soul rest in peace

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