Yours not in your hand
A seed must fall,
Sooner before it dries,
On a soil, duly fertile,
With enough moisture,
To germinate.
If not so, whose fault is it?
You are not the cause
For your rise and fall,
For your up and down,
And for your birth and death.
Pride and regret, put aside.
25.05.2002, pakd
Poetry by Shanmugam
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Written on 2008-07-27 at 10:57
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