Only one way to blossom
In this globe
blossoming is a fruitful enchantment,
Everyone wants to
blossom,
Even if it is not within
the reach of their accomplishment.
Every blossom in
this world doesn’t bloom because it is a blossom,
But, because it has
strived to make that fulfillment,
The ‘plants’ goes
through a manner that is gruesome,
‘Water’ from ‘Land’
and ‘Air’ from fresh airy bands with some sunlight and chemical refreshment.
And at last with
some persistence, a bud then blossoms,
A blossom is born,
Redemption
A Blossom!
Followed by
Regiments of appreciators and men who often like condemnation,
The gravity of
being a blossom is next realized,
The ‘barbarians’
fall like prickly pebbles that don’t make ‘trebles’,
But rupture out
unspoken, for it is their duty, to make one ‘blossom’,
Then one realize
there is no short cut around, only one way to blossom,
Is to pass the way
that is gruesome!!
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