Struggling to hold on to life
is a sapling, stamped upon
by life, by neglect,
by the relentless flow of time
over its tender green fingers
it bends over in pain
it squirms in sheer agony
pushed and buried under stones
yet at the touch of a gentle 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
Yes..that’s the magic of life:-)
Lovely reading your poems after such a long time Reena. Have you been well?
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