Poetry & Prose

To the Dandelion

 

Now we make you suffer and will bury you alive
in her bosom’s chasm mother earth keeps.
And we burn the earth, not letting you survive.

Will you own her bosom? We fear, we contrive
to have her utterly. We're the men she needs.
For that we make you suffer and will bury you alive.

Do not ever be against our will or strive
to breathe one breath. You just be dead weeds.
Now we burn the earth, not letting you survive.

If you rise again from burnt soil, we rive
your heart because we need to grow our seeds.
So that we make you suffer and will bury you alive.

We want to see this land, once again we arrive
as our sovereign where not one of you breeds.
For that we burn the earth , not letting you survive.

Will you dive opposed the gravity? No. We deprive
you from your land, as your soul so bleeds.
Now we make you suffer and will bury you alive.
And we burn the earth, not letting you survive.

 

Subhadra Jayasundara
Image courtesy: Ross Tuttle / Foreign Policy

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