My roots

[GEETASHREE]

I was born on this soil
But my roots stretch
To the lush, green land
Where rivers dance
And boatmen sing
Earthy songs

For long I have scraped
A handful o’ pennies
To visit my roots
And the house that
Now no more belong
To my kith & kin

But I hear they have
Built a wall
And a length of barbs
Now adorn
The faithless grass
O’er which if you
Place your hands
Thorns prick
Tears bleed
And hearts too…………

[hillwalker]

An interesting piece - not your usual style on here. It seems to speak of something greater than just a house-sized plot that has been taken away from you and your kin.

I enjoyed it.

[Delta40]

Sounds to me like the wall and barbed wire are symbolic of some inability to return to the state of mind which you so long yearn for. Poignant piece Getashree

[GEETASHREE]

The wall and the barbed wire refer to the man made geographical divides which not only build LOCs but also break hearts