Slumber.
I held a sparkling seed
in my palm and
vowed to sow it
with a motive.
Its growth
to be a surreal one,
bringing with it
a simple change.
No, not just mere change. Wait.
A portrait themed
on lost and found,
created with strokes
of perfection and
a liberal choice of
pastel shades.
Yes.
The emerald droplets shall
be the humble healers;
leaves of the crowned
paradise which fill up the
chasms of the ailing
with their nourishing nectar.
The upright stem stands
for sense and strength
while the deep roots form
the basis for compassion
towards one another
Go ahead.
My sincere seedling shall
sprout further and
flip frowns upside down.
Showers of mercy from
the unseen, infinite
and supreme Lord
shall satiate its intense
thirst, letting it absorb
the vulnerable essence
of goodwill and harmony.
Perfect. But what exactly is happening here?
A dream where
a stimulating seed
is being buried with
a hope to cultivate
peace, love and unity,
right under the soil
soiled with blots of
unrest and blood,
tears and greed,
pain and sweat
shed in vain.
Just a dream? Or wishful thinking?
Where is all this headed?
Press forward.
Flowering and blushing
with pride are the pious petals.
Deep, in both hue and morality.
To enlighten and brighten
the barren land with
beams of boundless joy
and combatable sorrows.
Weeds of wrath and contempt
shall uproot from those
piercing depths and
the concept of greenery
will triumph again
for many other reasons then.
Dream Over.
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