A seed,
that turned into
a vital tree,
has magnum of power
than a granule of dust
that contributed in a castle
…
a seed ..
that our soil of motherland
needed to sow
to grow trust
in all breeds
…
a seed
a land ever looked for
a seed
to hatch
to brood over
to believe to see
gushing out blood
from bottom to tips
spurting out courage
to fight
to drag dirt to pit
to kiss flag of truth
to run to prove and solve
the mystery of this race
to quench the thirst
of ages, of births
to eternally learn
to sustain and to merge
to know when to born or
when to die
..
to stop this cycle..
or to live or to die
….
there needed a seed
seed of forgiveness
that has grown more trees
that had begotten
another seed.. of trust
that we digged out
after
we lost hundred times
that we again took birth for
and left those bodies for
a lesson of self trust
or to distrust elements,
in worldly matter
that seed we could not see
was visible
even to a blind
that was felt without even a touch
t’was always a choice
to learn, to know
to sow and to water
that seed
seed of love
..truly
was the seed ….. of life.
This is good. I especially like these two stanzas
a seed ..
that our soil of motherland
needed to sow
to grow trust
in all breeds
…
—
—
there needed a seed
seed of forgiveness
that has grown more trees
that had begotten
another seed.. of trust
—
—
that seed we could not see
was visible
even to a blind
that was felt without even a touch
t’was always a choice
to learn, to know
to sow and to water
that seed
seed of love
A Perfect Ending !
Way to go!
Thanks much Karthick 🙂