Theme: Reflections


Out of touch remains
this ground from the earth --
its color baked brown
and texture, a bit crumbled.

I can walk on grass
without hindrance
between my naked heel
and the moisture,
but I cannot be an earthworm
digging soil – exploring depths
in burrows of hunger.

If only clouds would measure
thirst of this earth
before they condense
or begin to disperse
I could learn to ignore
a flood or famine -- all akin to nature
and spread my palms, always
to collect as many drops
it gives
in its kind gesture.


More By  : Dr. Uma Asopa

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