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When she opened her eyes A pristine new world welcomed her The heavens were an ominous gray An insect graveyard surrounded her Her weathered cracked body lay exposed on the rock Each fault with a story of its own. There blew a gentle wind But she had lost her gown to the thrush, And without the silky strands, Neither recognized the other. As if in response to lost love, The heavens opened Bestowing glittering jewels on the destitute soul A scene frozen in time A weathered browned seed on a weathered grey rock Blades of new life springing up around them On the earth, on the trees A shimmering misty cloak suspended in the air. The trickle of water soon turns into a stream Bathing muddied stones and grasses The seed princess lets herself be carried. Over the rocks, through the long grasses, Bidding gurgling farewells to fish Singing throatily in the frog-chorus Through silent pools and bustling riffles Sparkling in the sunlight Glowing in the moonlight They meandered Into the emerald-studded hall of the monsoon. Until they came to a waterfall 'Trust me', said the stream 'With my heart' said she And together, They jumped off the cliff. A deafening roar greeted her, She was falling, now flying Entranced by the misty caress of her fellow traveler Who held forth a curtain of jewel drops to accompany his beloved And laid out a rainbow slide So she landed gracefully into the foaming pool he held in his arms. They floated a little while longer Stolen moments of love Drifting alongside paper boats, Crisscrossing into arecanut backyards, The stream singing lullabies As she lay on grass beds at the edges of gentle pools. Once she awoke all alone, It was the middle of the night The rain gods had receded, And taken the stream prisoner. As his parting gift, the stream had left the princess, Deep in the soft embrace of the Earth. And as she lay there, The seed reflected on her life- On her first flight away from home Of her dance with the wind Of the cool shade of the banyan Of the whiskery kiss of the tree mouse Of the wandering stream Of the heaving waterfall Of the peace that was now hers. She knew failure She learnt to pick herself up after a fall, She knew fear She learnt to fight despair with hope, She knew love And for that she was grateful Her journey had transformed a snow-white clad glistening black princess into a cracked brown seed Content, she shut her eyes, Heart filled with indescribable emotion She surrendered to the warm embrace of the earth. The next day The sun peeped out from fluffly white clouds, The earth was bathed in a golden glow. Underneath the twittering canopy On the edges of the flooded gully There lay an exposed patch of chocolate brown land And at the center A lone silk cotton sapling. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She has known many summers And seen many monsoons But her eyes still search For the wind and the stream Yearning to regain Lost love.
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