Verse Saplings Poem by Sharad Rajimwale

I keep the verse saplings hidden
Tell them not sprout unbidden Throw the self in vortex of work
See 'n' hear a lot with lips sealed

But when the leaves turn yellow
And sighs sad come from a fellow
In his autumnal tale I walk along
Unlatching the gates of pent-up feelings
Knocking the dams that held them fast
Then words stir to life
Blossoming in poetic strife

Nothing then keeps the saplings asleep
Sprout they must higher, or go deep.

-- Sharad Rajimwale