My Roots

I can’t say,

To speak with

What memories I hold

To my belief

In summer

In winter,

In the season,

And disappearance.

The hues of morning,

Is chill

And I sing

My song knowing

The wind is playing

A tune,

To silence the

Orchard tree.

I pause to learn,

As the roots relish

In thoughts

In the same kiss

By the wind,

In separation

To my ancient family,

In fullest.

Sidharth P K

India