Some landed near garbage way,
Others on demanded place
have uncertain life, silent and bright, almost dead, covered in
cotyledon coats
The scorching sun and drought are two friends, enemy for life on land;
in many ways, put them in dormancy phase
The blizzard and storm make them shivering and down,
throw the life miles away from ground with broken crown
Maybe, both silent struggler babble with angst mind
and all calamity get curse rhyme
Nevertheless, a hope survive to revive
silently waiting..........
As the first drop, touches the feet
soon imbibition gives first heart beat
we can't feel but seed smile inside
Now seedling divides, journey arrive for whole life
by tearing and piercing the coats and roads
one for sun other for core,
than farmer heart throbs
contemplate: struggler survive!
Gradually seed becomes tree, tree becomes fruits
all are because of farmer coddle moods
Though demanded place get better sight
but we don't know about garbage side-
no matter how bright! ! ! As our life.
- Ab.KhaliQue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem