Parents and child

Roots
stuck in the quiet earth
buried they lay
sending their inner self
shooting up
in precise majesty
to stand in a
stately form
the tree…

Roots,
Their beauty is seen
in the lithe green
of the tender leaves
in the
young ecstasy
of the opening buds..

Roots
In a solemn silent voice
sing to the sun
a ‘balmy song
filling the air
with a mystic tranquility
sending covenants
to nurture
the tender sapling
filling it with
life sustaining energy

Yet
roots
are never remembered
when the tree
is venerated, praised
The tree too thinks
“I am towering
over everything
sky and stars are
within my reach”

when boughs and leaves
wan and pale over the years
when the trunk
is filled with indents and scars
when happy prime
is not the clime
The tree
seeks some succor
vitality and vigour
from
its caring custodians
the deeply holding roots…

Parents and child
Roots and tree
This is the
Mystery of life…



written by Ambika Ananth