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This poem is dedicated to a life of a tree-lover.How a tiny seed is considered weak not after it grows into a large tree and fills the world with its greenery and food.There also comes a time when the tree gets weak and and shades its leaves and branches.Trees are not so different from humans.

Submitted: April 18, 2013

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Submitted: April 18, 2013



search?hl=en&q=the+seed&bav=on.2,or.r_qf THE SEED By-Sinjan bhattacharya


So tiny as you are,So little you have grown

 There will come a time you will sit on the throne.


 Under the shinning sun and blissful rain

I sit and watch the height you gain.


 Your shoot shows your greenery,your root shows you are firm

It is a "honour" i will just use this simple term.



 People will ignore because you are a seed

They don't know the fruits you will feed.



The chirping in the morning,the hooting at night

Your branches get flooded with my dream thought.


Your journey is long,your branches will be strong

My heart fills imagining your rustling song.



I pray to god ,"I live to see you grow"

Not immortality but death little slow.



Together will we sail to the journey of heaven.

Or go to the well of hell and sight the raven.



Your flowers have the fragrance which i'll like to sieze

It is a moment i want to enjoy when i rest in peace.


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