Like a seed I was sown
In a soil deep and dark
hopeless and helpless
Like a prisoner in a dungeon
At the mercy of the guard
Keep me or discard me
My fate uncertain
Till the day of harvest
Alone in the midst of fellow inmates
Sentenced for life
Observing their state
A tiny hope filtered into ribs
Fed via a tiny hose
My only source of strenght
I slept in darkness
And rose in darkness
Counting my pulses
Hoping one day to see my kind
But like the plumule
I had just one target - the exterior
Waiting impatiently for the set time
Suddenly I heard a sound
The prison gate thrown wide open
But still I couldn't get out
From the other side I heard a deep voice
'At the count of three, push'
'One... two... three'
Whoever did the pushing I knew not
All I knew was that I was out at last
Though in the hands of the commander
But that bothered me no bit
After all for the first time
My innocent eyes saw the light
Tears followed a path down my cheek
I'm sure they wondered why I wept
Tears of joy of course
If only they knew my ordeal
These uncertain weeks
In my quiet heart I whispered
Free at last!