Leela Soma- New Poetry

Mother tongue

Pollen drenched, the rain in the bark,
The roots deep in sepia earth, boughs
And branches thick with green leaves
The young shoots from the fallen seeds
In all the wilderness, the native tongue
The original syntax , within you, camouflaged
By a new language in the land of exile
Fleeing from war, landing on the unknown.
Memories of the language flowing in the soul
In the locked place of lullabies, the tunes fresh
Like dew drops on newly blossomed lotus
Delicate, fragile rekindled b...


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