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