Do you see my roots ?

Do you see my roots ?


Do you see my roots?
In how I stand , stoop, bend, sway

Do they show, in my appearance
Like ribboned smiles of kindness
In the color of my many thoughts?

Do you hear them ?
As a whisper of truth
In the rustling of my speech

Do you feel them ?
As gentle caress of deeds shed
Or as the whiplash of a tormented
Scream in a storm ?

Do you taste the sweetness
Of their essence
In the fruits, I gift ?

This vast , invisible community
Of tangled, crisscrossing webs
That sustains me , nurtures me
Reaches relentlessly to quench my thirst
That binds me , anchors me
To a bedrock of identity

Between whose solid support
And my stubborn quest
To reach the sky
I find space
To grow, stretch, reach, fly
To spread
To find me
To be

Do you see my roots ?


--shubha

P.S. In response to a prompt roots on a online poetry group .