Uprooted From Nālāmār Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I find myself uprooted from my ancestral habitat —
from the tender banks of Nallamār,
where childhood dreams once floated with the current.

Now, the stream lies buried under soil and silence,
its melody stilled by an unvisioned hand
that mistook progress for erasure.

It deserved to be cherished,
like The Thames —
a living memory of who we were.

Still, in my heart,
its waters flow,
whispering home.


—November,3,2025