Let me Grow!

Do not pluck me
I am yet to blossom
Do not cut me
I am yet to come home

I see me grownBring forth more petals
Beautiful in colors
With more admirers

Growth brings thorns
So u say to me
You have so many worries
listen to me

The older the berry
The sweeter the juice

Her days!

Those cold nights
With no blanket to keep her warm
Those ruthless nights
Without a soul to console her
Those too long nights
With no shoulder to cry upon
Those sleepless nights
Have made her carry on


Those hot days
Without a shade to hide under
Those cruel days
Filled with rain and thunder
Those helpless days
With miles of walks to cover
Have made her carry on

Shameful days
with a conscious to bury
fateful days
Came and go with no hurry
Days ooh days
Have made her carry on