Sowing Seeds
I'll show you, my neighbours:
the sowing of seeds matters;
even this living threadbare
in a big corporate world
can't ever deny that legacy –
of sowing seeds in the delicate mud,
to see the greenest shoots mature
into gold and then heaps of it
harvested in the granary.
On a visit to your country house,
you might have seen it around
but it's far better to see
all of it on a river's silted bed.
Coming so far you can't deny
this flat has a base made stronger
by peasants' dream and sweat.
Poetry by Sofiul Azam
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Written on 2006-12-19 at 10:28
Tags Anxiety 



