You are a seed and wish to be a tree, <br />To render shade to the tender skin, <br />To adore the altars with fragrant garlands, <br />To decorate the hair with fancy colors, <br /> <br />To enjoy the breeze during sun rise, <br />To dance and jeer while it rains, <br />To bear the fruits in cluster of fun, <br />To be eaten by the beasts to be dispersed, <br /> <br />You are sprouting with two leaves and roots, <br />The hands have mistaken you for a weed, <br />Pull you out to dry on the hot rock, <br />Poison your soil with strongest coke, <br /> <br />Dream of you to get lost in the fog, <br />Never wait there to witness your luck, <br />The gushing wind pushes your down, <br />Your roots are on the way to your dream..<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-luck-19/
