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A
Small baby,
Tiny and frail
Deserted he was
By all his kith and kin
Wandering the world
Alone and pointless.
No compass to guide
Him no destination to 
Stop him he went 
With the wind
And ate with
 The mud
Saving
 Himself
 From
                                                              Withering out and
                                                    Vanishing he survived with just the will
                                                          To make a difference after a long journey
                                                    In the world wild and harsh he could
                                                    Not stand nor sit nor move ahead
                                                           After all, he was
 Tiny 
And 
Small
Weakened
 By all
The
 Nature
 Too
                     Crumpled him
            With mighty cruelty tyranny 	      of
      The sun made him flinch the ruthless wind
          And rain had him drench and        drown
              The frail little baby could            not
Move
    Anymore
He
Was
Stuck
In
The mud
Helpless and isolated
His energy gave up but not his will...
He wanted to live and make a difference...
He drank it all… The mud and the sun and the water
Which conspired against him then made him alive again now...
He woke with renewed vigor and grit broke the tough earth and sprouted up
The sun and earth and water all gave in and the frail little baby grew Heading straight towards the soaring skies... He was no more weak and helpless Deep into earth and yet high into sky... Humble and modest and generous as a sage... Though courage and strength and might of warrior he has...


19 December 2016
For Contest: Concrete Crush by FL Thomas

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