A POEM BY
ATHMAJIV
Rendered in English by Latha
Ramakrishnan(*First Draft)
The land ploughed so deep
Cries not
It creates Life
In the drops poured by
clouds banged against and broke
the land blooms
From inside the seed
that bursts and breaks
jungle comes to be…
From me
broken into smithereens
rise up and walk
Words en masse
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