A Sapling’s Whisper

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                 A Sapling’s Whisper

 

Pensive and pondering in a garden, I go,

With alert mind and muse, gaze cast low,

How come? The floral beauty here grown,

On a supple shoot; sways in windy blow!

 

As it arrested my eye; then nearer I drew,

On the petal tips here; settled pearly dew,

Then spoke itself out, in the nutshell a lot,

How so pretty on stalks, I were so brought.

 

A peep into nature; and so its subtle spree,

The nature secured secret, its rage and glee,

Insects, butterflies and bees; as hover about,

And the joyous kids around, romp and shout.

 

“Nature shalt slay; its dagger thru entire me,

My life to the seed; and my nectar to the bee,

I play a tool in nature’s hands, as I were made,

Soon I might wither; and my beauty shall fade!”

 

“Crumbled I shalt fall, and cruelly trodden upon,

My seeds strewed about, casually on the lawn!

Buried dormant in the soil, some to life brought

Short is the tale of my life, aye ending in naught”.

 

 

 

“The nature’s cruel stance, wait moments a few,

Equips itself afresh with ploys, and guiles anew,

Beneath the soil deciphers, my life in the seed,

Bring a shoot forth, a dormant embryo to lead.”

 

“Smile thru the crunch of life; time and again,

Of the scorching sun, the storm and the rain,

Then bear the torment; every night and day,

Just to tread the paths, ah same trodden way.”

 

“Winds wilt wax ravenous; and roam as before,

A beauty shalt bloom again, sprout from core,

O ’twert the lamentation, of one with another,

Behold! A dear brutally severed from another.”

 

“How long this cycle shalt go? I never know!

Ah how long, I shalt humbly stoop and bow?

’Twert an enigma; so subtle and many faced,

I would just watch on; with my heart braced!”

 

“He is the Chief and I wert just a humble slave,

Relentlessly tossed, also on the itinerant wave,

Thus much, no more I know or will ever know!

He is the Lord! I’m a meek slave; my life’s flow.”

 

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Dr. Riaz Ahmad, June 20, 2020

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