Cry of a seed
The seed thought .. I am in the ground for a while now, Broken, almost dead, ready for rebirth... But why is that I am not sprouting? Is there no more life left in me.? The seed asked the earth. Why is that I am not sprouting? Are you not fertile enough? The earth said with a frown.. " I am fertile and tilled on severely But need moisture for me to bear you.. Come lets call to the thickened clouds... Why are they not showering rain? This longing is weary and we are barren They called and there appeared a white one He seemed to glee, at the cry of the seed The cloud replied..there are thickened ones... black and full of rain, ready to burst. but the wind is not spreading his wings to carry us and give your land the bliss So they seed asked the gusty air... Won't you bring the showery clouds To make the land fruitful and wet? The wind hurled and grumbled; It is the Master who decides my way, Call upon him..He draws yours and my path...