Continuous rise and fall, heaving and surging
Habitual expansion and collapse, crests and troughs alternating It's a sign of my existence, of my being The air gushes in to become a part of me Bringing with it a bit of the earth, the wind and the sea A part of the land, a part of my home and tree It forms my thoughts, my heart and my bones I carry with me this habit everywhere I roam Making the land beneath my feet and the wind my own I am a part of my motherland and a part of me it will always be The air has gushed in for many years, forceful and free Now my new home across the ocean is also a part of me.
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AuthorAn Indian visual artist, living in Pune, who finds her challenge and her calm in the realm of paper. Archives
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