A thought germinates
It takes root, then
Branches out.
* * * * *
Once a thought fixes
Its root in the mind
Its branches fill the sky.
* * * * *
A thought is just a seed,
It is a fertile mind
Which bears fruit!
* * * * *
A seed on its own
Bears no fruit
It needs a fertile soil
Sun and rain to make it grow.
Likewise, a thought
Requires hard work
And a creative mind
To become alive!
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Even if you have a thought
But, do not have the heart
Mind or time to perform
It will shrivel and waste away
Like an unborn seed.
* * * * *
It fell in and covered itself
Lost to sight it was forgotten
The winds came and blew on
The rains came and flowed down.
There was no three-day miracle
Nothing happened to make me stop
But, one day a bright little flower
Had pushed its head out to see the Sun
Greet the world and say “Good morning”.
Same, as the thought that had taken root
Grown even without my knowledge and
In its own time blossomed into a beautiful Idea!
* * * * *
Like a premature babe
It was such a puny thought
With no hope to see the light of day
But, with careful nurturing
It has grownup robust
Into such a great idea!
* * * * *
Thoughts and words I wax eloquent
But, when I want to put down my feelings
My pen dries up and I flounder and sink!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thoughts like unbridled horses torment a torn heart....................