It can turn violent and destroy things but... The future depends upon the path it takes up with the lesson of its origin.
Can even produce a scintillating music which wen put into a flute!!
Life of a girl also depends upon the path she takes up, the ability to face the challenges and bear the pain.
This Poem Is Dedicated to my mum!!
SShhhhhh!!
When It was an endearing bud,
The demise meant the big thud!!
A huge time she suffered,
The pain is immense that it buffered;
The prayers so fruitful.. She felt an Oasis!
The minor humble tulip quizzed "Will she come soon?"
She is then 'Out' like a Boon !
She is their earnest hope;
Her smile is the hive's dope.
The feel that she reserved
No heart deserved...
She dreams love, a glowing ray,
Which she fears is a foray!
The breezy She... Disengaged the tulip and the hive;
Re-routing herself, there came a sudden Dive!
The Dark path Is a dream of that mysterious secret,
Like an alto, was the thrilling threat.
And there for the enthralling tune ,
that breached the possible Seven.
The casual choreo with a perfect commune,
Makes this world, A HEAVEN!
OR??
