None question my erratic fall

from this tree

coercing me

to kiss the ground,

while my brothers are bound

to greet me

with tormented faces

bearing cruor and the traces

of their lesion,

denuding the savage nature

of that human

who pulled his bow and arrow

to slay us

just to soothe his throat,

vivify health and 

foment his growth but,

one thing I am sure of is that

our death is not the end,

for as long as

this tree lives,

our family will expand.


© 2015 Kavita G. Khanvilkar. All Rights Reserved.


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