History of Buried Greens
Burring alive!
Dare you think
We'r finished.
But,
little did they
know about us;
We,
we are seeds.
The dream of
a fully flourished tree;
meaningful
and destined;
like the celestial events
that paddles
the subtle harmony
of the Universe!
This,
little journey of ours
is kept hidden in our heart!
Shouldn't we take
the same road
again and again;
which leads
to the sunlight.
To Ra!
I feel water;
beneath
and soon
I believe
it will make us;
quench our thirst.
And provide fuel;
for the awaited
destined rebirth.
We dreamt!
Fear brings
nothing but
the end
of the game.
Between
every moment of
hope and despair;
Eyes may
grow heavy,
and
the shoulder blades
might hurt.
But still,
you will find me.
by you;
in the moments
of your robust carnivals
of happiness;
and before the scribbling
eyes that haunts you
for a long time.
See,
we are here and now.
Waiting for the days of
spring and summer!
Surely,
Our burial is our redemption!
We are and shall be free.
Germinate;
and spread our wings
of tender leafs!
The End!