जग जुने

नाणे ऩॉटांच्या पुढे,
वसते एक जग जुने.
दिसले ते ज्यास जीथे,
मार्ग जगण्याचा सापडे.

नसे ते सोपे जरी,
अशक्य मुळीच न्हवे.
कस लागते जराशी,
बस वाट शोधण्यास रे.

श्वास विश्वासांचे,
तिथे हात आधारांचे.
जिथे ऩाहीसे होतील,
अंतर मना मनांचे.

नाणे ऩॉटांच्या पुढे,
वसते एक जग जुने.
दिसले ते ज्यास जीथे,
मार्ग जगण्याचा सापडे.

- By Alpana A Satam

The Soil & The Seed

Once upon a time
It was plain ground.
Fullfilled with soil,
So fertile n sound.

Fell in it a seed,
From somwhere apart.
Soil never judged,
what creed it was.

God showered the rains
Whose drops soil caught.
Seed fed on it,
With full freedom thought.

Slowly seed twig out,
Sweet stems & little leaves.
So happy the soil,
Continued to feed.

Showers went on,
And favoured the breeze.
Branched out of soil,
The seed to become a Tree.

Deep inside itself,
The soil baby sat the roots.
Holding so tight,
The tree till its roof.

For a wood cutter,
Goofed up the tree.
Sold off it self,
A wooden temple to be.

Safe felt the tree,
It wanted to be divine.
But opposed the soil,
It felt the turmoil.

Soon came the cutter,
And went the tree apart,
Dug thru the soil,
Its Bark & roots depart.

Whats next to be?
Will the soil be the same?
Will it feed the roots?
For the tree to grow again?

Amen!

- By Alpana A Satam.