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Hashtag Kalakar

Musings Of Rooted Life

Hashtag Kalakar
Feb 13, 2023
1 min read

By Karthika Rajan

My roots grew far too deep

Buried deep inside an undernourished soil

That leached everything from me

Everything I once loved

Broken

Are those I love

caught up in things

All-consuming and never ending

I wish they had tried harder

Harder to pull me out

Before I had laden my leaves

With bitter sadness

And my sagging branches

Dusted in the black ash of anger

Every day I fall asleep

I dream of a life

less of grandeur and glamour

More of bright shining sun

Lovely spring and lovely birds

Full of music

Full of love.

Yet, in those rare times

Under the hood of a rainy day

I pick up a crumbling moment

From a world long forgotten

And hold myself up

Hovering over those I love

For they shall not be alone

Never will be.

By Karthika Rajan

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