Within me you'll find my parents
and in me you'll find my sons,
you'll find them all everywhere in me
but they're not the only ones.
There are folks too that you'd never know -
friends, and strangers I've met just once.
For we aren't only our forefathers.
And we're not just our descendants.
The houses that I've ever lived in
continue to live in me.
The beaches I've picked seashells from
shop fronts I've looked at longingly.
The woods I've walked, the glory of stars,
the shadow of bird and tree.
For we're not just folks that are in us,
we are all that we hear and see.
The sum of my whole's never equalled
the sum of my constituent parts.
Each word I wrote and then scratched out,
every stumble and all false starts.
The half done poems that missed a beat,
the stories that made me fall apart.
For we come to be all that we've loved,
everything that's nailed to our hearts.
Saffron, white and green are the colours of the Indian flag. Here today because 26th January is celebrated as Republic Day in India, to commemorate the adoption of the Constitution in 1950 and so completing the transition to a sovereign republic nation, where everyone has an equal chance at happiness and freedom. One of the many important things drilled into me by family elders, teachers and even random strangers sometimes. Nailed to the heart in short.
Happy Republic Day to all Indian citizens. May democratic values prevail across the world and in India always.
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteGorgeous words, Nila - if only India could hold to her line...... May your day be blessed. YAM xx
Happy Republic Day Nila. This date is also Australia Day. A contentious day. A day that our first people's describe as Invasion Day. How I wish we could change the day and celebrate on a day with less pain attached.
ReplyDeleteI love your poem. As a childless woman I sometimes wonder whether when I am gone from this life whether I will be remembered or missed. Your words give me hope. Thank you.
ah, democratic values - a dear concept that must prevail.
ReplyDeleteand your poem is just perfect. We are the beaches we walked, the tears a family member has cried, our spoken words with accents and phrases passed down. The aromas of holiday feasts gone by. Oh my. So thought provoking. Thanks.