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.