When the seed sprouts, it knows not
the joy spreads everywhere
the roots go deep and
the stem goes up the ground
and the branches grow in multi-folds
neither the roots knows
nor the stem or branches knows
the forbearing of each other's
the roots cannot leave its stems
nor do the stem or branches
but they grow in their own space
no stem can curse its roots
nor the roots can curse its stems
yet the fruits are far from their reach
they only know the art of giving.
Articulate poem, I admire your insight and deep understanding and keen observations.
Great poem. The seeds are told by natire to go forth and multiply not knowing they carry carry the hopes and dreams of the tree.
Nice poem with a profound message based on universal goodwill and brotherhood. Thanks, Asim ji.
This poem must be read by all, regardless of nationality, and become part of the soul of true humanity.
One of the best, most beautiful and extraordinary poems I have ever read!
So beautiful! Art of giving is unique and exemplary. Thank you Asim ji
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes nature knows the art of giving, we humans are miser.