Friday, October 30, 2009

let me..

Oh lord, make me a flower blooming in the crack of concrete,
Or under the shades of wild bushes,

I will never care if I am small in size or dull in tinges,

Let me spread my fragrance in the worst part of the world,

Make me able to help you in diffusing your greatness even in the marshy traces of the nature…

Help me not to remain in the velvet table cloth of the king..

There are many cute long coulurful flowers taking birth only for him,

Let me touch the sweating farmer with ma pliable petals..
And ma life will be honored…


  1. gud one.... i can see a socialist in u... fighting against tyranny.... hahaha....