Wahab Abdul Poet Rhyme Royal

Journey

Perhaps a seed was dropped by a bird 
Or by a gust of wind on a place full of dirt 
That was long ago and all had forgotten 
But the seed knew it would tear apart 
First its own hard shell then the stone 
And see the world when it sprouts out;
Passionately it was waiting for a season 
When the days would bring drops of rain
And a wild breeze blow from the south 
A pack of rays fall on its chest from the sun 
The day came after long wait and it felt 
A shake, a jerk and energy in severe pain 
As if , someone was calling and asked in guilt
Wake up wonder baby , now it is your turn 
Spit up all that may be soil, pebble or stone 
Gone are the harsh days and the drought 
Opportunity is at hand, be a lovely sprout;

First only two leaves it forcefully flung 
Then third one, next the forth and so on 
In no time it became a beautiful infant 
In the morning the dew that fell upon 
Helped it further to be full grown plant.

New shoots and buds began to appear 
With petals long and strong it wore 
The sweet fragrance and drank color 
Felt an urge and bloomed into a flower.

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