I am the shoot of your unborn seed. Will you love me till my end? Underneath the brown skin, these grains of time, my heart beats. Will your palm feel the earth above me sometimes. Underneath your palm I will come alive..I will find my way to the first rain drop. Tender as your blessing..the rain drop will touch my leaf; it will feel like the first feather on the new born wing.
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3 comments:
Lovely presence of a sacred philosophy inherent to life. The passion, yearning for love and concern, and hopes and promises are well expressed in those limited words.
Simply a brilliant literary piece !
beautiful, senstive, fresh like spring...
wonderful :)
i must say it is the best i have read in your blog... every word of it...
all the best for your future... :)
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