You’ve planted your roots under the humid sun,
pushing the earthen ground of filial obedience,
to find the water of appreciation and peace,
seeking the nutrients of innate contentment.
But you have been uprooted too often,
that your body is torn and bloodied,
with the sins of your past,
with the karmas of your future.
You realise you only have the strength,
to gain stability in the concrete homes,
of those that never had the heart,
to give you loyalty in the first place.
Shiver at the ironic natures of this world!
The roots that you buried,
have been left to wither and die,
under the humid sun and the breezy winds,
the memories; the laugher.
Your living soul Is nothing but a distant past of a life once lived and mourned.