The Son of Soil

There is nothing like

to be in communion 

with soil, Bliss eternal like 

a savage – an aborigine, 

the son of soil. 

Alas! The son of man, 

not by will, astray gone 

belonging to civilization. 

My last wish, action - out and in, 

O, Soil, is to love you forever.

(This post is revised as some errors occurred inadvertently.)

Remigius de Souza

(Mumbai | 28-12-1999)
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