Poem: To Rise

           To Rise

I sow, I reap the field,

I nurture it with my sweet sweat.

I feed those near and far,

But my own soul is in dire hunger.

I adapt, I change my style,

I acquire it with acute desire.

I migrate near and far,

But my own land is left alone.

I can sow and reap my field,

To feed my hungry soul.

I can adapt and change my style,

But what shall happen of my land?

When will I wake up,

From this misty, dreary dream,

And change "I can" with "I will"?

The day is nearing to rise.

-Krishna P.V. is a II year student of English Literature at Krishna Menon Memorial Government Women's College, Kannur.