Struggling to hold on to life
is a sapling, stamped upon by life, by neglect,
by the relentless flow of time
over its tender fingers
It bends over in pain
It squirms in agony
pushed and buried under stones
yet at the touch of a drop of rain
it springs back to life
forgetting the past
forgetting the nightmares
forgetting itself, its fragility
in the joy of being still alive
©Reena Prasad
Yes..that’s the magic of life:-)
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Lovely reading your poems after such a long time Reena. Have you been well?
Do visit!
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Thanks for finally talking about >Life | BUTTERFLIES
OF TIME- A CANVAS OF POETRY <Liked it!
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