Saturday, 22 November 2014

Hope


A tiny seed
lies buried,
inside dry earth,
Life, it tries to search
Inside nothingness
of the soil,
that covers.

When pregnant clouds coalesce
in the azure sky
thunder slashes
wind lashes
turning everything black.

It pours on the earth parched
slashing without any rhythm
yet producing a mellifluous song
thoroughly drenching the earth.

Silently,
Life whispers
in the tender ears
of the pod
to pop up
gently.

In no time
two nouveau leaves
sprout
parting the pod
to savour the aroma of life
brought by the wet breeze.

A little hope
takes wing
flies upward
and upward
as time ticks.

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