Does life have to be tantamount to sessional plantations?
Budding with life to blooming flowers and alas dry and cleared for the next cultivations..
Are we seeds setting roots fertilized,bear fruits just to eventually meet the axe?
Let me be a cactus plant isolated in the furnace of the desert struggling for moisture yet harboured with freedom.

Show me the one with fingers that will fill the tranches dug with constant tears,
With feet that do...