never heard of giggling water, <br />never touch the tingling soil, <br />never breathe the whistling air, <br />hide between the rocks many decade. <br /> <br />well preserved, well nourished, <br />well protected, well kept, <br />I have life in me. I am a seed. <br />Waiting silently to sprout up. <br /> <br />An ambitious guy uses a spade, <br />I am released from the dark, <br />None can stop a life from growing, <br />I sprout up victoriously. <br /> <br />Hidden talents have to be identified, <br />When Ample opportunities are available, <br />Those who do not make use of it, may suffer, <br />but the life with real life in it, will prosper.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prosperous-immigrants/
