The
land once familiar to me,
The
roads I've walked,
The
fields I've surveyed,
The
trees I've climbed,
The
hills I’ve hiked,
Were
no longer familiar to me.
I
failed to remember when
The
land is coarse and dusty
The
fields are barren and dry
The
trees are old and creepy
Or
that I am but a stranger!
Perhaps
we've parted our way
One
early morning, long ago
When
I left the land,
In
search of a dream,
Only
to return a decade later, or so.
The
land had been my dream,
In
the day, and in the night,
And
I promised myself
That
I’ll return one day, soon
To
live with the land.
But
later in a sleepy slow
And
the tricks of the sadist memories,
Little
by little, the dreams began to change
And
get buried away, deep
The
land, with other memories!
A
decade later that dream resurfaced
About
a land that I once knew,
It
tugged my heart,
And
it tugged my soul,
Until
one late hour in the setting sun,
When
I finally kissed its feet.
But
alas, the land has forgotten me!
I had walked these roads, pleaded I,
I had surveyed these fields, screamed I,
I had climbed these trees, begged I,
I had hiked these hills, cried I,
But
an eerie silence was my answer!
So
I walked the roads and surveyed the fields,
I
climbed the trees and hiked up the hills,
But
the missing feeling of belongingness,
Can
only gulf the sense of being forgotten.
So
I made this promise that one day
The
land will never forget me again,
For
I'll be one again with the land
Head
to toe, bone and skeletons,
Never
to part again, one and whole,
deep
in the heart, in mother earth!