A tree takes root in Brooklyn


“Dear God,” she prayed, “let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry..have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere – be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.” ? Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn~

A Tree Takes Root in Brooklyn –

By force majeure
From ancestral land
Of the mighty Indus
River of five fingers
Travelled west
To lay down
Shoot ~

Life’s twists turns
Led to another uproot
Family’s second journey
In quest of bread, caravans
Made southern tracks
Wherever destiny led~

Five stalwart sons
Had left home turf’s
Banyan shade, valiantly
Panning out like
the five fingers
Of the mighty Indus
From whose loins they’d
sprung, driven from native
land of milk and honey, in search
of same in all four corners
Taking lead from whatever fate
Delineated in their palms
five fingered ~

Sapling tremulous
Offshoot of the eldest
was I~ planted, fate
Supplanted, uprooted
Put down, fate’s heel
Firmly grinding back
In ground, depressing
But obdurate to a fault
My rebellious spirit
Though cornered
Never caved in, fought
Back, continents crossed
And stubbornly planted
Itself in welcoming soil
Of Brooklyn and this
is the how, my now~
I sing in all seasons
Season to season
Sans rhyme, with reason

Last night in my dream
The five stalwart sons
Paid a visit, eyes streaming
Love and caring concern
And then the dream, as a centipede
On the move, folded unfolded~

I found myself feet firmly planted
In the craggy top of lower Himalayas
Outside the Goddess’s holy shrine
Bridging land of the Indus
And land of upbringing
And then utter peace
Set in~

life’s full spectrum journey,
Khyber Pass
Cross border trade
Of saffron and spices
Doting parents and
Grandparents left behind~

I’d come to rest
At the penultimate stop
In Big Apple’s Brooklyn
Till this friendly land’s
Earth, air, wind, fire, water
Embrace my ashes and
I rest in ultimate sleep
In arms of my Eternal Blue Beloved~
*image is from internet~


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