I splashed the colour green on huge rocks –
the foundation of my being.
The rains pour down and water the waterleaves
so that they don’t wither with the dry air.
My little rose flower speaks to me all the time –
it tells me of the future so bright and tenders to
a soft spot in my heart.
A girl prunes the hibiscuses, cut cut! trimming the
path to beauty and glory.
The sky isn’t heavy anymore. It has vomited its
goodness on us and on every nook and cranny.
The grasses sway to the rhythm of the northern
breeze; with moves like that of a belly dancer.
The new earth lauds its praises even to the mountains
and the hills.
This Poem was published in the May 2023 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
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