Thinking of the creatures around
as your own, talking to them often
listening to their sounds, I
differentiate a howl from a bark,
a tweet from a shrill cry,
a cheerful buzz from a monotonous hum.
The trees, grass and shrubs
carry me to a world of pictorial
grandeur, greenery of the meadows,
bid me nearby. Caressing the tuft
I stand beneath a huge neem tree.
whose shade entices. Losing balance
my feet stuck in the marshy terrain,
I hold tight to the trunk, my palm
hurts as the rough exterior
bruises. Blood oozes. I wipe on the bark
red specs stain the chocolate brown texture.
Experiencing a kinship with these
my life turns meaningful,
suffixing a liveliness that
extends grace.
—
Meenas Poems 