The life of uncertainity

On a windy day I was away

Tearing my way against blow

When all of a sudden a seed feathery

Kissed my face and refused to go.


That was one of the uncertain journey

The seed took to meet its face.

She knew nothing but just flew by

Hoping to get the tight soil to germinate.


The seed of hope was must

To take the final step ahead

In the direction correct

Till the time you don’t grip the grid.


Many times we give up

Because we know not the future

So fear pull us down

Shattering our hopes to shine.


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