Ain’t
in ‘well’ I dwell, who’s confined!
Swimming,
as if existence there ends;
Nor
through trenches I foresee,
Love
for land or for its Inhabitants?
Questioned
I, myself, the other day;
Abutment of one's eminence or one’s rights,
Shelter
beauty of soil or another’s grace?
Scrupulous
unending miles went thoughts,
Said,
who shines more, be more to me!
Shalt
I revere Lands or Inhabit it who?
How
submissions to either, would be seen?
An
abode once built could be build again,
Which
glistens over any land erected,
But
Seeds could be mutated, eventually,
So,
chosen that’s immutable or can’t exist in hybrid. 😊