Being born of the skies
raised by the earth
fragranced by the winds
pregnant with monsoon raindrops
hued bright by blossoms
she refused
to be a mere signboard
weather beaten, broken, twisted and torn
holding up signs to
others dreams and dwellings
their maps, their routes
some non existent
some inconsequential
some too contrived to be real
some too small for her
she preferred to instead
leave sign posts
for others to find
‘catch me’, she said
‘if you can
love me ,if you can
just as I am
else forget me forever’.
Thus, she spake, the woman of earth.
