Sapling Poem by Pratik Amburle

When I was a child, I dreamt of a sapling
Young and fresh with one leaf, waving and bending
My dream continued every night
My sapling was growing fast, healthy and bright

Seasons changed and there was heat, rain, wind and snow
But my sapling stood tall as if knew nothing but to grow
Its one leaf had been shed, for new bunch had grew
With its majestic stem and branches no one dare to hew

My dream went on and my tree was bear fruits
Its shade shed the shadow over men, women and brutes
My tree was elegant and my nights were pleasant
Until a lightening struck my tree and it was no more ardent

I woke up with a shock and started feeling low
Crying on my mummy's lap, I couldn't figure why my dream didn't flow
My mother told me ‘life can sometimes be unpredictable and subtle,
And facing these difficulties is the real deal', but I was still in a muddle

Next day we planted a sapling for real
And watched it grow in life's fable
That's how this secret of life was revealed to me
As me and my sapling grew together with glee

- Pratik Nitin Amburle