Long silence
For five years
It was a metamorphosis
Into a bamboo seedling
An inch above the ground
Without any growth noticed
Stagnant survival of the soul
What was I doing?
Spreading my roots
Far away beyond horizons
To collect water, energy, and
Fertilisers for the imminent
Spontaneous growth to excel
To prove the blissful truth that
Only the sky is the limit.
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