Thursday, November 19, 2009

Hope

Life is just a game
Loosen your grip
Make us not lame
Make us grow to be
Strong, independent
Let this be your sole aim


I am your joy, you gave me life
With constant tending, bending
Backwards and forwards hard
Toiling to give my life a jumpstart


A Gardner too sows a seed in soil
Diligently tending caring vigilantly
He also lets nature and elements have
Their say besides his own personal way


Together thus the seed learns to grow
Strong and upright, maturing gradually
At its own speed and inclination
Flowering when ready, of own volition


The end product is a lesson
In collective upbringing
Nature and nurture joining
Hands to fructify new HOPE


Future end products- children
Cared and tended judiciously
Evenly guided and neglected
Will turnout independent minded



Life is just a game
Loosen your grip
Make us not lame
Make us grow to be
Strong, independent
Let this be your sole aim

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