A Call to My Roots

Run fast O Time,

Hobble no more;

For, the long wait to board

The train home-bound

Is trying for my longing heart.

This call of my home –

That familiar fragrance of the soil,

Those green paddy fields,

That rustling stream of Brahmani,

Those enchanting chats in the mother tongue –

Is a call to my roots!

And, the closer I am to my roots,

The steadier my branches grow.

The steadier my branches grow,

The healthier I become.

The healthier I become

The more placid my soul becomes.

And that placidity begets a rare bliss!