Promise
There comes a time,
when withered leaves and flowers
begin to rot after days of being unloved.
They rot over the weeks
and assimilate with the soil.
A tiny seed falls somehow.
Once in a morning,
a seedling peeps its out of the soil
and takes the kisses of Sun.
And promises to be a tree at all costs.
AVISHEK GHOSH
Mon 27th Jan 2020 16:35
Thank you all