A Little Seedling Poem by Ahtesham Sham

Don't reject me
Don't discard me
Don't rush me

I'm a little sprout
Soft, mushy and vulnerable
Vulnerable to life's wind
Even a slight breeze-
Is enough to tear me apart

Although I seem an Oak
Immense, Bulky and Massive
Inside I'm just a sprout
A seedling trying to get out;
Get out to discover this world
Like what my peer seeds did
Got out there and grown
Grown till they touched sky
And spread their branches-
To the farthest corner imaginable

But deep down I'm afraid to go out
I fear being crushed by life
Getting squeezed by this cruel world,
Getting blown by this brutal world-
Is what I dread the most

No matter what they say
But from the tales that I heard
I'm better here -alone and safe
I think;
I'm not ready for the outside world