The land you've grown on be His
As water and sunlight is;
I'm no more than a keeper
And claim to be no owner;
I reap crops blest by His bliss.
Words he weighs at every plant
That has pleasure to him lent,
Where ‘pon moves his loving hand,
Youth as meets an elder friend,
To his welcome have they bent.
He seeks welfare of flowers,
Admires beauty on bowers,
To buds in fragrant blossom,
He has this advice awesome
That keenly he now showers:
There's season O to mature,
That heeds to no haste, be sure,
Undue haste kills your childhood,
Enjoy long as it lasts good,
Nuggets of wisdom so pure!
And wither not ere your time,
Ere fragrance reaches its prime;
He then feels some tender fruits:
Do forget not, thank your roots,
Growth's fine, but roots only rhyme.
The seed and leaves and all else,
Each your success story tells,
Ungrateful O never be,
Be proud offspring of thine tree,
Bear in mind till it rings bells.
Whilst gardener's wards nodded,
Breeze pregnant from blossoms spread.
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Reflections | 03.03.16 |
There is season's maturity. This is interesting sharing very well penned. An amazing poem is shared here...10
Thank you so much Kumarmani Mahakul. It was written in 2016, but I released it for the International Forest Day.
Yes, man's karma is but a trigger, things happen due His grace if He decides to bless, and that happens if we deserve- call it a vicious circle, or a virtuous one. Thank you James Watkin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tender fruits! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yes, tender fruits always attract attention, while roots are not visible, yet it is roots that fruits are there, thank you Edward Louis.