On fertile earth, I scattered many seeds,
Watered it with love and much affection;
Guarded it day and night from sly weeds,
So my garden would portray perfection.
Like a scarecrow I stood, scared thieves away,
Like a parent, I watched and let them grow;
Reach toward the light, every brand new day,
Till my efforts bore fruit, with pride to show.
Of fallen petals, the ground was covered,
They kissed my knees, I knelt to touch success;
Of the seeds I sowed, a lot had flowered,
And I beheld my each dream that was blessed.
Of fallen petals, new dreams shall soon rise;
To show success comes to who really tries.
Author’s thoughts: Nourishing an idea (seed) in our minds (soil) is like a gardener’s affection toward his garden. Our belief in it (water) and others support to it (sunlight) help it grow, no matter how quickly or slowly. And when our effort brings the idea success (fruit/flower), then no one is as happy as we are. Sure, some ideas didn’t flourish (fallen petals), but we’ll still believe that if we try, more roses will come than fallen petals.
The form of poetry here is a Shakespearean sonnet, with a rhyme scheme (A-B-A-B, C-D-C-D, E-F-E-F, G-G) and each line having ten syllables. This sonnet has been written for my team, The Bengaluru Bloggers’ Bistro as part of the IBL – the Battle of Blogs, sponsored by WriteupCafe.com. Join in at the official website http://www.indianbloggersleague.com and the page on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/IndianBloggersLeague
(July 13th, 2012)