THE SPEED
Yogesh G. Nair
I agree
that I fell
on an alien land.
I understand
that I belong
to a distant one.
But then
I struggle
to survive and grow
amidst stiff resistance
from the weather, the soil
and heartless citizens.
Some little questions disturb me.
Does each seed fall and sprout
where it desires or longs for?
Or, does it struggle and grow
where destiny let it fall?
To let it some day be
a native of that land,
to fight, and kill \
new seeds that sprout and grow.
Like brides, cults,
or helpless refugees,
orphan kids or languages.