2010, ഒക്‌ടോബർ 30, ശനിയാഴ്‌ച

Soil

Soil

This soil

Yearned solidly

For my first cry

I grew up

Consuming the smell

Of this soil

This soil

Had become the cake

In the toy cup of my childhood

This soil

The virgin who blossomed

With the touch of my feet

The plant of my hope

Had grown on her

Chubby cheek

This soil

Was soaked

With my sweat

This soil

Is not alien to me

It is my aim and reality.

By Ismail Meladi

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