Roots Poem by LALITHA JOSEPH
Roots
I rolled the parchment.
It stinks of tradition.
I spread the carpet.
To hail the new age.
Still I could sense it.
It refuses to depart.
It still clings to me.
It still stinks…
The spinning memories,
refuse to settle..
It clamours for the outlet.
I embrace the sapling
I am transformed.
The foster child of modernity.
Through my veins flow, the sap
Of my existence…my tradition.
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