Autobiography Of A Seed Poem by Kavitha Krishnamurthy

Autobiography Of A Seed

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I was a petite seed
And no one paid any heed

Placed in a nursery
Listen to my story; it is a mixture of glee and tragedy

One day a little girl came by
Hey! I said, can you hear my cry?

I prayed to god to relieve me from here
Will my dream come true was my fear

Suddenly two gentle hands came forward
I wanted to be brave and not a coward

They sowed me in the mud
My friends sun and water gave me the food

I opened my eyes and saw the first sunshine
The world looked pretty and so fine

My life was happy and full of spirits though
I have little clashes sometimes and my friends became foe

I grew up into a tree so brawny
With my leaves so downy

Slowly I began to think that I was useless
And this thought made me restless

One day a group of kids came and swinged on my branch
My fruits were collected for a ranch

Weary travelers rested in my shade
Slowly I began to realize why I was made

If you too feel dejected like me
Take my life as an inspiration for the coming days to be

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joe Breunig 30 November 2006

A delightful write; nicely done, for this is an important lesson for life.

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Mary Das 19 November 2006

Hi Kavitha, Beautiful poem. Keep it up.

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Charles Garcia 02 November 2006

Kavitha; Like the way you place yourself in the subject lot of inspiration, , I find that i do the same in my poetry, keep writing you have great messages to tell. charles garcia

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Asma Bahrainwala 02 November 2006

wow...this is a beautiful poem, kavitha... Asma...

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