Uncover the profound messages hidden within the tiniest of beginnings. This Elemental Tuesday, we asked poets to give voice to the silent journey of a seed, capturing the essence of growth, hope, and the strength to bloom against all odds.
Dive into their verses, where every word carries the promise of transformation and new beginnings.
The sprouted sapling from the tender seed whispers in fear,
“How do I withstand the roughest gale and toughest radiation that tears?”
The seed smirks and replies, “My foundation is deeply rooted,
In the abyss of soil that bears every fruit.
She is empowered to inseminate in her bosom
The history of every trepidation that beseeches her refuge.”
“With her power of tolerance and strength to grapple,
She shall indemnify your entity as your voyage on earth you unravel.
So don’t fret, for your benison of fate has been designed from heaven.
Being a seed, I germinated you so that your prodigy repeats the cycle again.
– Indrani Chatterjee
Embedded in the Earth’s dark recesses!
Awaiting eagerly for a spark of brightness!
Alone in an alien land, I beseech and pray:
“O Lord! Let me out of this dingy stay!”
Oh! Something trickling down my way,
Dampening my spirits cold by the sprays!
Prodding and poking me time and again,
Tickling and tingling me under the gloomy domain!
Darkness leaves me in fear and pain,
Daring to wriggle out of the humus terrain!
A week on, sprouting a radicle underground,
I’m a seedling thrusting up the ground!
Strong and sturdy, I shall grow one day,
Stretching my long limbs all the way.
What a relief to see the light of the day,
Dancing to the wind’s moods and medleys!
– Kanakagiri Shakunthala
I blink my eyes, seeing divine light,
Descending from the blue paradise.
I squint to witness a fireball,
With infinite stretches of flames.
My dark mother says, “That’s the Sun.”
I blink my eyes, seeing divine light.
Puzzled, I wonder how someone,
So hard on skin, can help me grow.
Trying to break free from her grip,
When I have just started to burn,
I blink my eyes, seeing divine light.
“God! Mercy me,” I howl, I cry.
A brush of cool breeze gushes past me,
Sways me in her arms back and forth.
As I stand tall on my strong feet,
I blink my eyes, seeing divine light.
– Payel Biswas
