VRIKSH......

In deep dark woods….there hid a seed ,

By some air , water or any other living breed ;

She was thirsty ….so she drank all her might ,

Then of hunger , she grew in search of light ;

And  she  came out of her bed….

Still in the same woods she stayed ;

In her young days….

She was quite…

Standing on earth , nimble and light ;

She was fragile…

Letting anyone to tear her for a while ;

She was obidient…

Always listening of winds …so salient ;

She was serene…

Yet finding things deep…so keen ;

At the same time….

She was articulate…

Witnessing many voices in conjugate ;

She was tough…

Withstanding gales without ‘sneeze or cough’ ;

She was stubborn…

Always erect with her friends and fern ;

She was loud…

With her exact place in the crowd ;

All this made her different…..!

Then she entered

Some  of the most imortant days of her life……

When she became a mother….

Yet many things to bother ;

Giving birth to infant seed ,

Giving shelter to those in need ,

Sometimes growing some unwanted weed ,

Making food for her loved ones to feed ,

Generating enough for someones’ greed ,

And all being count in her generous deed…!

Days passed……

…….and she surpassed !

With all her loved ones embraced….

She grown with a  womanly grace…!

Her life so dramatic , With attire so chromatic,

Colors at its fullest , From crown to breast ,

Fragrance so ample , Stolen to decorate a temple ,

And resources of tonnes , Can preserve any existance ,

But this beautiful life was shortlived …

As some greedy eyes fell on it….

They didn’t saw her selfless helps….but saw the space she occupy…

So daggered her and made her cry;

Her loved ones groaned….and saw her fall ,

But the butchers were the mightiest of all ;

They killed her , and all her desires…..

They made her pieces and found petty buyers ;

 She served others for all her turn….

And after death…still helping others to learn….

She just regret that ,

She couldn’t made her body….burn !