The tender sapling of today,
will be in years a strong tree.
The baby asleep now in midday,
will be mighty, young and free.
The wind that today shakes its growth,
and making it shake and droop awhile.
The forlorn crying baby is troth,
to be strong, valiant with a generous smile.
Yes, I know it will take time to grow,
and learn to fight the hurdles that it can.
Fate and Destiny stands in a row,
to embrace the child who is now a man.
The howling wind will always prowl,
trying to demean the right and meek.
In life, critics pinch and growl
and try to stop the Man we seek.
Clouds may often shun the light,
letting you down feeling betrayed.
Truth like the rainbow glows bright,
in the cradle of the Sun, unafraid!
Prasenjit©1997-2018
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