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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