I was a petite seed <br />And no one paid any heed <br /> <br />Placed in a nursery <br />Listen to my story; it is a mixture of glee and tragedy <br /> <br />One day a little girl came by <br />Hey! I said, can you hear my cry? <br /> <br />I prayed to god to relieve me from here <br />Will my dream come true was my fear <br /> <br />Suddenly two gentle hands came forward <br />I wanted to be brave and not a coward <br /> <br />They sowed me in the mud <br />My friends sun and water gave me the food <br /> <br />I opened my eyes and saw the first sunshine <br />The world looked pretty and so fine <br /> <br />My life was happy and full of spirits though <br />I have little clashes sometimes and my friends became foe <br /> <br />I grew up into a tree so brawny <br />With my leaves so downy <br /> <br />Slowly I began to think that I was useless <br />And this thought made me restless <br /> <br />One day a group of kids came and swinged on my branch <br />My fruits were collected for a ranch <br /> <br />Weary travelers rested in my shade <br />Slowly I began to realize why I was made <br /> <br />If you too feel dejected like me <br />Take my life as an inspiration for the coming days to be<br /><br />Kavitha Krishnamurthy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autobiography-of-a-seed/
