In the dark heart of the evergreen,
the wildlings sleep and dream.
Not too long, wind will beat
the towering trees, make way
for sun in the canopies.
A slit of sky, an open door,
to a space above the trees.
The rule here
isn’t come what may.
But to strive
for the light,
scatter
seed,
fall
to the earth
and live
Madras Courier originally ran as a broadsheet with a poetry section. It was a time when readers felt comfortable sharing glimpses of their lives through verse. If you have a poem you’d like to submit, do email us at editor@madrascourier.com.
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