A silkworm cocooned and marooned on a leaf,
Would know of its power with which to weave,
Silk that would last more than a century,
Silk to change grotesque into pretty.
A butterfly flapping its large wings vibrant,
Hurriedly pursuing nectar and scents,
Would know of the power encased in its form,
The power to unleash a mighty storm.
A man caught unaware in the grind,
Burning within with a will to drive -
Darkness out and light a candle,
Would know of the power with which to handle
The desire to change the world as we know,
Into a land where virtues flow.
|And then, it glowed!|
Naive in thought, and usage of words, the above poem had to make it here because it was the first time I composed something during an exam! Yes, so, a souvenir from there.
Picture credits - Madhurjya Saikia. I have already told you guys he is a superlative photographer, not something to forget.