Growing Seeds 🌱 (Out-Of-Doors) Poem by Heena Kousar

Deep inside the pots beneath the soil grounded & sown.
Immured seedlings envisages to grow, behind those closed windows.
nature's Love bestowed in those Morning times with radiating Sun shines.
Little by Little just as an child's crawling seeds are torn.
Blooming buds in the glory growing immature.
At times fascinates to the liberated plants in the wilds, nothing to do but just woes.
& boggles what if we are set out beyond the barriers where will the lives go.
The allure to the secrecy of nature's law is to let a dribble of unknown.
In the mother Earth's lap roots engraved & set to be stow.
The weeny Seeds bawled:
Let me Grow
Let me Grow
Let me Grow
Let me Grow
-hkousar-