It is a vast expansive ocean of verdure
How many leaves had been collected to create this!
How many trees had been felled!!
And how many saplings needed to be planted!!!
The waves that crash on its shores
Were but the flotsam of dry leaves
Which had lost their vigor,
And the ocean shall not covet them anymore;
She assigns to the winds the duty
To dribble up the mess every time.
That Ocean
Seems so pacific always to watch
Giving an illusion of cool and green;
But, within would be raging
Infernal Volcanoes
Earthquakes,
Animal and human sacrifices …endlessly.
Then one day,
A half-felled tree
Sprouted a leaflet all of a sudden;
All barren and effete stumped up logs
Started the grapevine in whispers:
For all that, and all that
What is the gender of the seed
That impregnated the tree?
Is it female or male?
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Mercy Margaret,
(23.8.1983)
Indian Poet
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B Mercy Margaret
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