Poem 196 : Native Land
Native Land - T ABRAHAM
(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)
The blood connects with the air,
Foot merging with the soil and found nowhere,
Nature connecting with the nature,
Contamination draining away,
From the flesh, blood and soul,
A clarity given to the mind and soul,
In a simple and primitive nature,
Freshness ruling everywhere,
Blackness no more in the air,
Madness terminated from the head,
Health increasing in manifold,
Simplicity making a healthy being.
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