Cotton In Love Poem by Arvind Srivastava

I don't know that cotton

Which accepted the invitation to make my coat as soon as it was born

I don't even know the land

Where that seed conceived
That plant hid cotton for me in the belly of its fruit

I don't know from which bundle my share of cotton came

Surely it must have fulfilled its responsibility in the desire for my happiness

With great care

Before any storm arose in the sky

It must have joined the process of reaching me

through the ditch

Becoming a strand

This was the deep love of cotton for me

And this silent journey of its

Which saved me again and again

From being naked!

©® Arvind Srivastava,
India