Where is the seed that I had sown crying or laughing? Did she grew
I recollect the days#
Her body was fit to manifest the eternal Inside the womb of mother's soil A body took shape, Enjoying the god's symphony Consuming a little food mother hath taken
And time came with vociferous force, A methodical plan god had drawn Exerting the joy of pressure, earth had cried, Tearing the womb apart, she gazed at her mother.... A moment of stillness brushed the air Joy of tears gushed in earth's quivering face Rain touched the sand Blessing the new born divine
Possessing an immortal consciousness Forgetting the future ahead With a tempting smile stick on her face She was drawn to her karmic laws Before the play was enjoyed by the child Naming ceremony was envied by all, Mother earth whispered in the ears, 'Banyan'.
Banyan, A will she combated to crush the tamasic force A resemblance of divine, her body was An errant marvel she carried around Budha and Krishna felt solitude in her shade, Omniscient god proud at her growth, Mother earth possessed an imperishable happiness, Amused at her daughter's beauty.
John, Where is the seed that I had sown?
John#
"Before the youth days hath passed A human came running She had sensed the death knell of greed Criying to the mother Begging for some more time For ozone layer was picking up pace And the work that was destined Remained unfinished
When she was bruised A cry was heard aloud, neighborhood had heard knife was plunged at her heart? Stopping her cry Keeping her grief to her own soul Praying for the killer She succumbed to human's greed An ephemeral joy hit the human face"
Nooooooooo............
John, Where is the seed that I had sown Where is my beloved? In the timber wood store Or another table for dinner?
very cool hariksna such flowery words for such an earthy tale
GashlyAmish Hell, Ohio USASep 23, 2010
i could feel the crush of the blow, hariksna...heartbreaking, but still beautiful as a table. lovely write...this written from my cherry desk...human greed, must be forgiven, until the Ents return, at least.
hari, let us feast at your table of poetic truths, eating the fresh fruits of nature you bring to us.
RedexNorthumberland, England UKSep 24, 2010
A mixture of powerful emotions your words evoke. The one-ness of everything will always be on the table. Don't know how else to describe. As always thought provoking
caroljoyceManchester, Greater Manchester, England UKSep 24, 2010
I appreciate the inevitability and power of your write, truly add a much welcome difference to the corner,
CJ
Ladyjjeast, Norfolk, England UKSep 24, 2010
Beautifully written Hariksna, creativity alongside mother-natures gift. Thankyou for sharing.
Ljj
jeddah12singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeSep 27, 2010
WONDERFUL WRITE HARIKSNA,,my favorite tree is the banyan and this is a good tribute to mother nature bro,
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lovely depth of emotion!
rob
such flowery words for such an earthy tale
The one-ness of everything will always be on the table.
Don't know how else to describe. As always thought provoking
CJ
creativity alongside mother-natures gift.
Thankyou for sharing.
Ljj