Tuesday, June 11, 2024

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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