We lay now Where we once stood, Firmly, grounded, The pride of our birthright Draped upon us like a cape, Where we, Earth-bound,  Flightless beings, Desirous of glory, Waved our banners, Over every conquered land of our brethren, As if they were badges of honor, Erecting…

This is not a love poem to a person. I have left many of them behind, and none of them have chosen to stowaway in my heart or mind or otherwise to be remembered. This is not a love poem to the home I left…

“Immovable by storm Firm as a mountain Composed in praise or blame Union of strength and tenderness..” Seema Sahoo ©