I Wonder Sometimes...

by Nikunjika Kamra April. 07, 2017 386 views

The sandy soil, the westerly breeze, and ages to sprout, when I began heading towards the sky, I had untold secrets at the forefront of my thoughts. Which were those winds that dealt with me while I was growing up, which climate nurtured me, which beam of light from the skies sprinkled over to breath life into me? 

How did these branches discover path for themselves; some observing the vaults of paradise and other the depths of the turf? 

At the fall of the rain, I occasionally ask the water streaming into my nerves to go and ask the seed from which I blossomed- I'm dissimilar to you, yet am I from you or you from me?

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