Motherland: Calling

Motherland: Calling

The illusioned glass reflects the lucent moon

Lunacy descends upon the mountain wolves

Autumn's awe inspires the lucid minds

Transgressions and acts of illicit kinds

Verdant meadows  bejeweled with strings of  dews

Tornado trembles the naked trees

The hooting owls an omen bring.

The water snakes leave behind their lace skin

A wealth of childrenfolks’ imagining

The indelible ink of my 

Motherland tattoes my physche

The whistling grass echoes

My motherland:

For me, she calls.