I see a seedling tiny and stout
That burgeons to be exuberent and sound
It is bliss ,watching him grow
It is a joy, seeing him learn
But now he is so torn,so forlon
It hurts to see him in pain
I yearn to see the withered him bloom again
I still recollect his beautiful eyes
That looked at me with innocence and naive delight
I can't forget that glint in his eye
When he vexed me with his mischievous deeds
But now he is so torn,so forlon
It hurts to see him in pain
I yearn to see the withered him bloom again
I crave for those instances
When he annoyed me with his wonts
I wait for those moments
Where i could tell him he was so wrong
But now he is so torn, so forlorn
It hurts to see him in pain
I yearn to see the withered him bloom again
Today he makes my eyes moist
With a sole prayer to see him in joy
I wish he overcomes this phase of depression
And there prevails a feeling of exultation
Blessings for him persist in my every supplication
I know he is so torn,so forlorn
I beleive my prayers will make him sane
Someday I am sure to see the withered him bloom again
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Hey Neha! Just stumbled upon your blog while browsing through orkut. I think you are an amazing writer - I think you write you think without letting any other worries pollute your line of thought - please please keep it up. If you enjoy poetry you might like this one http://discoversanket.blogspot.com/2008/03/wincing-heart.html - Do leave a comment - your feed back will be greatly valued since u are a writer urself.
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