A little seed to be sown,
A little earth to grow in
A little water to be poured
A little sunshine to be fallen
A little wish to be made
Two little hands to take care
and in a while ...... A little life is born
Hey my dear tiny flower bud,
you are one of His finest creations,
I love it how you represent a new life,
filled with beautiful possibilities... ✨
You are the powerful symbol of hope,
that fills my heart with immense strength,
anticipating the beauty your flower,
I look up to you with joyous heart... 💜
I want to make a pause on your side,
to appreciate your beauty and,
being unaware of your blooming secret,
want to soak myself in your velvet petals... 🥰
I pass by you everyday wishing you to bloom💫
but cannot force to unfold you,
the least I can do is to wait. . .
Wait to see you swelling from a tender bud to a blooming flower... 🌸
Seeking hope and love from the Mother Nature🌿🍃
Sitting in the night filled with snow...
she allowed the thoughts to flow.
She reminsced her gains....
and looked backed on to her pains.
Thought of the things she has done...
but she regretted none.
She sat down to take a resolution...
said a big no to anymore pollution..
to her mind and heart.
Decided to love herself a little more...
determined to stand firmly for herself.
planned to shed off her useless layers
She is waiting zealously to renew herself in this new year and
to fly off with her beautiful dreams
The sandstorm rised to the sky
Millions of sand raged on to my way
They blinded my sight and
the dust filled my thought
Sand started twirling upwards
Along with the sound of roaring winds
In the midst of blowing winds
I felt the ache from the heart
I started running through the dust
To quench my inner thirst
The trees were left with broken trunks
Gales of sand have blown
I was left all alone
to witness the catastrophe...
One day I came on a chariot,
my pockets stuffed with gold,
came around both young and old
wished me with glowing eyes
They praised my good fortune
I thanked Him for this day.
Next day I came on foot,
with bruises on my body.
Then there came nobody
cursed my misfortune and
I again bowed to Him gratefully.
Let us take our hearts for a walk in the woods
Let it be kissed by the warmth of the sun
Let it be cuddled by the breeze of the trees
Let it be healed by the fragrance of the flowers
Let it be delighted by the songs of the birds
Let it enlightened by the charm of the nature.
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