a mongo seed
fell inside a
can
the can was
sealed by the
child's playful
hand
rays of light
filter upon the
teething lid
the mongo seed
wakes up like a
newborn child
there is no
crying there not
that grief of
human sort
it sprouts and
grows a leaf
and curling upon
itself searching
for the source
of light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rays of light pours deep impact in life and we should feel these. A leaf grows getting light. An excellent poem is beautifully penned.10