The seeds in my backyard have started sprouting.
Slowly yet steadily.
I don’t know how they gathered courage to open their eyes,
Yet there they are
Showing their presence
Marking their territory
Awaiting the climb.
Against the atrocities
Obnoxious Obstacles
Slithering tentacles
Crawling and creeping
like weeds
which grope and gape
past the line of control
masquerading to protect
persuading to uplift
thorning their way inwards
to feast on the nutrients
Without hesitation.
Alas, the saplings stand unafraid
Brave like soldiers in armour
With the firm determination of growing,
spreading their branches
strengthening their roots
savouring on the leftovers
while nurturing their bruises.
You see, they have a hope for a better tomorrow.
The assertion which induce ecstasy.
An oath they silently stand by
With a vision of fresh green leaves,
Mighty trunks, majestic branches
crimson flowers and golden fruits-
Bearing elixir of wisdom.
The seeds in my backyard have started sprouting.
Slowly yet steadily.
A sign of resistance.
Not so early in the morning when dawn rests on an armchair
I wake up to the conch shells of my mother screaming
and hurriedly open the windows to my backyard
examining the seeds I planted last evening
waiting for it to evolve
into a magnificent tree
with branches as vast as the sky
Only to crawl into the rabbit hole
And dig deep to create the wonderland
where lakes and rivers don’t think much on flowing into the sea
Where forests are allowed to breathe
Where trees can grow without any fear
Where animals are not caged
Lands are not disputed
Borders not ceased.
On such wonderland,
I shall breathe my last,
Metamorphosing into a pile of leaves
returning to Nature’s bosom
composting and crawling
back into her womb.