Kavyanjali

  The clouds may crumble And the sky may fall, Feet may stumble, Words may prick thy soul. The seas may roar, The earth may tilt, The rains may downpour, Winds may steal your quilt. The days maybe darker And nights so cold; The paths maybe harder, Yet you remain so bold. Because come what may; Even if the whole world shatters- Hold that little life in your arms  For she is all that matters.

                  I don't know if I stand tall but my feet surely feel buried in the muck; in the puddle spreading deep down into the earth, to its middle. I see the days pass, the seasons change and years go by But I stay still, the way I have always been- grounded and inert, yet so keen.   But I can sense my strength branching out into the embracing skies. Still my legs stay rooted as they watch me grow- tall as ever but laying so low.