as my spirits grew upward I steadily crept.
The hope to be free started with a fight -
nature's design in place falls just right.
In darkness, against darkness I pushed thru' -
the strength, I guess from my ancestors drew.
Upward I moved against every other odds -
fought the demonly forces with zeal of Gods.
From pod to seed and then a tiny shoot -
while deeper within earth grew my root.
Opposite we moved, objective the same -
two forces hand-in-hand wins the game.
The root's fight is seen in fruits and flowers -
a society strengthens as prosperity showers.
This is how the laws of life eternally sing -
One remains a kingmaker; other remains a king.
Prasenjit©2023
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