Flower wither not
Brave the flames of the sun
Take the spears of the rain
Spread your roots and shine.
When autumn casts its shadow on you
And when the wind breaks
In dry whispers on your back
Sing of the seasons that shaped thee true
Speak of the gold
You took from the earth.
And when winter summons every leaf to bow
When its minions stoop to be unkind
Tell a tale of the fire in your heart
Your youth will beckon the thaw
In our minds
And soon, when the day is done
Your song will still be sung.
Flower wither not
Brave the flames of the sun
Take the spears of the rain
Spread your roots and shine.
2 comments:
Dear Azar.
It is a good work and we are very happy to know you as a poet .
with kind regards
Nandini goel and her Father
Thank you so much Nandini and uncle, it means a lot to me :)
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