All return to nests.

From ship to boat,
From cot to cradle,
From lawn to kitchen.
A return to pavilion,
Each one crave
Towards their end.
They want to die
In their native soil,
Where only what they were
Can survive their exit,
Not where they inhabited.
11.06.2002, pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!