Somewhere far,
in the land of
coconut;
the land bounded
by sea;
the land of rivers, somewhere far,
there lies a
piece of land,
and there is a
home,
surrounded by trees;
surrounded by
plants;
it’s the garden,
the garden I know
best;
no, it’s not a planned
garden
but one nurtured
with love;
a garden of
coconuts, mangoes and jack fruits;
a garden of
bitter gourd, bottle gourd and
pepper;
a garden of rose,
jasmine and shoe flower;
there in the garden is a little fish pond, a well of sweet water
and unknown herbs and blooms;
a garden that
smells of trees, flowers, dried leaves and manure
and with a
lingering scent of my parents,
their effort and
love;
a garden that
holds all about being me---
when rain washes
its leaves sleepy
with the fullness
of water drops
to be fresh and
vibrant afterwards,
and the smell of
the wet sand---
all about being
connected
to an unsaid,
unseen truth,
and it lies far
behind,
and in all about
being me…
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Wednesday 16 November 2016
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so beautifully written Sreeja..."and with a lingering scent of my parents, / their effort and love;" love the lines...
ReplyDeleteI think this is exactly the type of garden a beautiful mind has... the one about being you.
ReplyDeleteWhat a special place to go back to your roots...sounds beautiful!
ReplyDeleteFor me.. it's a river
ReplyDeletei AM raised on with
so many flowers of Love..
nurtured from a Grandmother
long retired before
oil painting
like Grand
Ma moses
StArted
in her
sixties after
her father's death.. too..
shot gun home of youth bulldozed
over on Willing street river town of Milton
now.. sand patch left.. one Pecan tree and
a few shrubs small.. but the view of god
whole
aCross
the River
is as large
as it is before
i can speak at age 3..
hmm... never needed
any words
to see THaT
Garden
mY.. friEnd.. Sreeja..:)
What wonder you have expressed
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely and meaningful garden ~ This reminds me of my native motherland with the coconuts, mangoes and jack fruits and peppers ~ And this is deep as well:
ReplyDeletewith a lingering scent of my parents,
their effort and love;
That's so beautiful :) Excellent description ... reading your poem was few minutes of reaching and smelling the mud and fresh leaves of God's own country (Kerala) :)
ReplyDeletelove how this garden is written as both far away, and yet a constant part of who you are.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful picture of peace in coconut land.
ReplyDeleteto be fresh and vibrant afterwards,
ReplyDeleteand the smell of the wet sand---
all about being connected
Perfect contention Sreeja! It is all about being connected to nature's blessings that keep us going!
Hank
It sounds at once dreamlike and very real, with all those details.
ReplyDeleteI love this land of coconut, Sreeja, especially your garden, not planned but nurtured with love - the best kind of garden! I can imagine all the different, colourful fruits, vegetables and wonderfully scented flowers - you've appealed to all the senses. My favourite lines:
ReplyDelete'and with a lingering scent of my parents,
their effort and love;
a garden that holds all about being me---'