Are you the rose that grows on the rock?
Are you the lily that grows in the desert?
My child, watch that banyan tree
growing from cracks in the concrete.
Look! Birds flying above the force of gravity,
the mighty law of mother earth
Are you a kid walking without legs?
Can’t you be the captions of your psyche?
Can’t you be the master of your destiny?
Wear the beauty of morning, though the world
move fast neither listens nor cares.
Spread smokeless, fresh air as heavenly rainbows.
If we think that WE CAN ..we can be the master of our destiny.We can fly high like an eagle. If the seed is pure and powerful Flowers will bloom from any barren land.
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I know, u like this poem.Glad to get your encouragement.
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