A Piece Of My Ground Poem by Soumita Sarkar

A part of me
left my blood
long ago
without a nod
from me

It sulked
It bleed
it was saved
it was cared for
lovingly
long

That piece of mine
No where to shine
Was hidden
in a basket
full of nonsense
unwanted foul
Buried in blue
under a small shell
Just as a pearl

Who has reminded me?
Who has found that piece?
Who is here in blue?

When a bird
from an unknown land
perched on the roof
My ground it landed
A surprise-it happened!
it brought a fresh feeling
a known but foreign

That land was mine
The feel was foreign
The pinch of pain
was never new
was never passive
It is true
It has been latent
TODAY while pondering
I have found
A piece of my ground
left me
to reside
soundly
in a place secured
by a basket
in your per-view.