The Strifes of a Bud

A little bud in a deep corner
Waiting for a nod to come over
A wait too great
For the sun to illuminate
Hiding deep underground
For dusk and doom to be found all around
While noise is everywhere
But not a single caring sound
It is getting engulfed in the oceans of its sorrows
Loosing its only hope to come out of its Burroughs
But a ray of hope anyhow manages
And reaches underneath to heals all the ravages
To tickle the strength in the core of the bud
Smashing the bonds of disparity and mud
It labors with all its sweat and blood
In the end, a triumphing shiny sapling is born
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Agustin Avatar
September 24, 2024 at 9:56 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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