ROOTS

I searched high and low

I run through valleys and rivers

I climbed mountains and walked

On hot coals on a quest for my roots

Neither strong winds nor hailstorms

Could stop me

I groped with reddish bright eyes

For my roots

I overtook the cheetahs and bypassed

The eagles in the sky

Neither earthquakes nor tsunamis

Could stop me

Till at last!

There was a hiatus

I staggered like a drunken whirlwind

To find him standing before me

On a coarse hewn – cross at The Skull,

I found my roots.