Orphaned Seed Poem by Reena Puri

I fell in to the womb of soil, an accidental birth,
that no one thought or cared about.
With barely enough moisture and almost leached birthing sphere,
It was a miracle that I managed to sprout free in that arid atmosphere.

Now started my life fraught with such difficulties that I
longed for the comforts of my unprivileged womb
that I had so eagerly left behind.

Inch by inch the battle of life I fought on.
Helped by the munificence of nature and that rare overflow of
benevolence that came my way, from my brethren that lead the nurtured way.

Yonder on that grassy green patch, tended by loving and caring hands
they prospered in that garden of life.
I grew too, my being pocked and stunted.
With ne'er a soul to fight the never ending harsh reality that was my life.

I have become scrawny and gnarled, reaching out to the skies.
rods of lightening scorch me, storms threatening to uproot my very essence.
But I hold on to the arid earth that has taught to persevere despite all.

I an unwanted orphaned seed has managed to carve out a place in this barren field.