To sow is to set something in motion,
to scatter upon the earth for growth.
This season’s harvest has yielded a bounty
of mistrust and misplaced priorities.
ऊसर में बीज बोने से कुछ नहीं होता है
endless furrows are ploughed,
voices and dreams buried deep,
branching into an intricacy
transgressing decrees and demands;
this too, in the words of Anne Carson
is a miracle of mutual pressures.
in this battle of development and decay,
a seed is plenty to split a stone in two
anchored by the radicle root –
it’s power impervious to deracination
by the very crevice that welcomed it.
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Photos taken at Made in Earth, Feb – Mar 2019
To know more about the ongoing dissent: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=so0qbBvaX2g

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