Mud Is The Source

Leaves that court to some truth In each branch different versions That stretch to breathe Lives accordingly in a plot Scheme that random to change Bloom from cells that unite Blossom to bond to the pedigree Sometime in the merge that mourn Some way it say adieu for all time Each fragment that loan firmly In some altitude it link and isolate But it firm to root as it's the savior Enigmatic existence that flux all time Some way blossom to integrity So may shed and lead to worse Contradiction that null the diplomacy To cope the extremity it unite to unknown To some tyrant lap it loam to fertile Some corner loom to be splendid But eternity was not written for its side It serves its side to the extent Till the time entered and withdrawn to some side Where all creates exists and perishes The mother; land, the mud itself………….. Life is an enigma itself ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.