Let it GrowA Poem by MurtuzaAchieving Independence
Sown by the hands
of the brave and the good, this tree proudly stands; its armour, its wood. Diverse in their direction the leaves branch out. As if harmoniously, in perfection they gently sway about. No stormy rain dared dampen its might. With every hurricane it was ready to fight. With roots anchored deep, and nurtured by the soil. To never fall, to never creep whatever the turmoil. Now independent and fully mature 'twas once a sapling, not long ago. So to every admirer, I do implore to let it prosper and let it grow.
© 2011 MurtuzaAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on August 24, 2011 Last Updated on November 11, 2011 AuthorMurtuzaChennai, IndiaAboutHi all :) I love to write - be it poems, articles, stories and the like. Whatever I write mostly comes up from the spur of the moment and I don't really start off with a basic idea. I just write ba.. more..Writing
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