They cried, yet, without a tear, <br />They lived, yet, in profound fear, <br />They loved, you and me, so tenderly dear, <br /> <br />Yet, they were wounded. <br />Trees. <br /> <br />I remember hearing one make a sound.. <br />She was being pulled, there were men all around.. <br />The cacophony of laughter buried her cry. <br />As her nerves ripped, the earth turned dry. <br />She too had a bond, which broke so wry <br />Meek sparrows which lost their space, <br />Timid ants those searched for a trace. <br />I remember seeing once a desert in a dream, <br />Close to reality, I wish I could scream. <br /> <br />She left behind a mark, I wished those men did see, <br />Trivial for them, though, ‘twas yet another tree.. <br />Futile again on those ears so deaf.. <br />Running behind time, yearning for heights, <br />Raising a toast to death herself. <br /> <br />I took to an offspring, never thinking too long, <br />Placing him beside his mother's grave, <br />I wanted him tall, more big, more strong, <br />His head swayed fort, yet, intensely naïve. <br /> <br />I heard the breeze hum a solemn hail, <br />As I searched around for a nourishing pail, <br />The gods though had granted a boon, <br />For the deed; they never did expect so soon. <br /> <br />I looked at the sky. <br />I smiled. <br />It had started to pour.<br /><br />Rosmin Elsa Mohan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/renewed-grounds/
