A Sod Of Paradise

T’was a sod of paradise,

But she didn’t know,

That this world new;

Would turn out to be

Her heart’s first home.

Blissful she was

On her day one,

Only to realize the grief

Of isolated loneliness.

For she was parted

From her refuge.

Algid nights of monsoon,

Mum puffs of monsoon;

Gave her the sense

Of a mamma’s lap,

Of a daddy’s hug.

The sod of paradise

Had allure of its own.

Soon it began to woo her,

Like a momsy to her child.

Diurnally she counted days,

To get back to her refuge.

Days many passed,

Months many passed,

Years many passed,

Her first uniform turned bitty.

Soon started she discovering,

Wonderful cryptics of living.

Concealed forte she discovered,

Rooted beneath her soul.

She had experiences great,

She had teachers great,

She had friends great,

Only to realize in her last years;

That this paradise was great.

A parting that ruptured her,

Made her heart sing of pangs;

Was not her refuge.

But, ultimately, a sod of paradise.

T’was the land,

Where her heart found it’s nest.

T’was a land,

Where her soul resides;

For myriad years to come,

Until a jiff when she’s ice-cold.