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Date Written: November 6, 2017

These gardens, so dry since the rains stopped..

The once blooming flowers now withered and falling off..

The Sun's wrath all upon them.

The wind blows and takes some of the loose twigs with it.

The trees mourn, the flowers lose their beauty and the soil, it lays there helplessly.

The branches converse quietly, perhaps comforting each other.

The resident birds shift uncomfortably before flying away.

Before the rains vanished, there was life, bliss and color.

And now, sadness hangs in the air like an unwanted guest..

What stands out is the roots.

Despite the adversity, the crisis, the despair..

They hold on firmly onto the ground, relentlessly.

The winds come again, this time violently.

But the roots my friend, they don't budge.

Stronger than before they stand. 

5 comments on “THE ROOTS”

  1. comnpkpillai     November 6, 2017

    this poem can be linked to the roots of animals too
    In all the adversities there will be resistance to to survive
    At the same time it is our duty to protect the species
    as humans always remember the ancestors

    1. mkiarie     November 6, 2017

      Thank you so much! I’m encouraged

  2. River.Ophelia     November 6, 2017

    beautifully written
    I loved it…

    1. mkiarie     November 6, 2017

      Thank you so much

  3. Subhashchandra B Adhav     November 6, 2017

    Sadness hangs in air like an unwanted guest —Nice simile and wonderful imagery!! —Stronger than before they stand –Beautiful and promising ending!!
    Magnificent write —Excellent share!!

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