The Seed Fell On Dry Earth - Poem by Vinita Sahu
The seed fell on dry Earth,
By sheer tryst of destiny.
It lay there as if in a hearth,
Till the loveful hands of divinity,
Blessed it its natural birth.
It sprouted into a tender sapling,
With the grace of divine handling.
Experiencing the exuberance of life,
Forgetting completely it's initial strife,
But as it tossed from side to side,
Little did it realise,
That its journey from heaven to hell,
Was not a far cry.
The soulful journey had just begun,
With lots of nourishment and the Sun.
The youthful tree turned deep green,
As the birds joyously sat on it to preen
The company of flora and fauna,
In the neighborhood,
And thick woody forest,
As his brotherhood,
Filled it's life with merriment,
Throughout his early manhood.
The radiant tree swaggered,
It's leafy sleeves,
When the aborigines came to pick,
Its medicinal leaves.
Enchanted by the beauty,
Of give and take,
The grove grew thicker and thicker,
Beyond nature’s make.
Life flowed gaily for it,
Nearly a decade,
Until oneday the lumberjacks,
Came into the wood to parade.
They marked the trees,
With red molten wax,
Those which would face,
Assaults of their brutal axe.
The enchanted tree lost its galore,
Morose and beaten was its valour,
Till one fatal day it turned into shreds,
On its bloody green deathbed.
Written by Vinita Sahu
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