PLANTED WORDS
Swing from the hanging star oh child Lose all the memories of the wild thorns that conspired to embrace your dreams Dreams about castles and conquering kingdoms Kingdoms and fortes that might stand against your rulings Give a loud cry to send a signal to your future self To remind him to guard his heart and tame his tongue To remind him about the scar on his left palm The scar from an attempt to uproot a wild and toxic plant that was sown by a father figure But a word is enough for the wise But certainly not enough for the curious So Child you must come to terms that on your quest for glory, more scars shall appear on your hands A lot of sowing A lot of uprooting A lot of tilling A lot of cutting of trees that you might have nurtured over the years Trees that were planted even by your ancestors Or parents, or childhood friends and foes TREES Deep within the core of your heart’s crust their roots might have travelled So you take extreme measures to uproot them A fresh ...