In Me the Seed
a seed
a seed sprouts it's flight
on the vast chest of the earth
a seed that is
yes; like the times
old origin species
the seed now
whirls around me
branches and leaves
gripe diaphanously
here I'm for the seed
the pen of good deed
for its eternity stains
in abundance grains
now it's a tree
this seed is poetry
-June 19, 2019 Chattogram
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