Man! O Man!
Do not always nurture and protect me.
I am the vine pierced with thorns
To yield sweetest of berries.
Not always a rose delicate to be pruned and cared for.
In my bosom grow the wild flowers of sparkling beauty.
Each one wanting and needing its own habitat.
Do not over look their desire and strength
To face fierce wind and rain for freedom,
To smile and dance under breezy sunshine.
Savita Tyagi
An old poem, somehow missed sharing on blog but is published in my book ‘ Sitting On The Wellhead’ and also on my page at ‘ PoemHunter.com’
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