A small poem that won me the poetry competition to celebrate India’s 65th Independence Day in school. The topic was ‘Let the Tree Grow’. I took it as a metaphor and made a simple poem out of it.
Sown by the hands
of the brave and the good,
this tree proudly stands;
Its armour, its wood
Diverse in their direction
the leaves branch out.
As if harmoniously, in perfection
they gently sway about.
No stormy rain
dared dampen its might.
With every passing hurricane,
it was ready to fight.
With roots anchored deep,
and nurtured by the soil.
To never fall, to never creep
whatever the turmoil.
Now independent and fully mature
’twas once a sapling, not long ago.
So to every admirer, I do implore
to let it prosper and let it grow.
