Like a seed covered with darkened soils
Underneath earth, he can’t see his sunshine ,
His future is dark, there is no spark of stars
He toils within soils, with fears of strains .
His nerves, stressed out with pain
He finds his pleasure, retaining in rain
His heart bleeds, sustaining for gain
A blind hope, leading him to extend for his main.
He awaits for lights to out shine,
Longing for limelight, he keeps on growing
Other than blind hope, he makes his moves
His roots, keeps on absorbing with patience for growth.
He toils days and nights, both in darkness
Toiling in heat and cold, he recoils his bold
A blind hope – leading him to find
Until his head breaks tips upper soil.
He now, can feel the sunshine
His blind hopes, materialised in real
His leaves ,begins to vow with outer glow
He finally dances, with flow of natural beauty.
Now the seed of blind hope
Risen up, to feel the rays of sunshine
He teaches us the lesson on faith
We can never relay on written fate,
Blind seed of hope has power to control.
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