An Autobiography of a Plant (Prose and Poetry)

POETRY

In my garden, I see life begin and bloom,

I see God's creation gently emerging from the gloom.

I rise from the ground and gradually become a plant;

With the virtue of Mother Nature's chant.

I grow with the assistance of sunlight, water, and air;

I take birth in a world that can sometimes be unfair.

I am conferred with all the required love, care, and affection,

Though sometimes it happens only for projection.

I am capable of preparing my own food;

As I grow up, I give shade to people, which feels good.

I have witnessed a variety of emotions,

I am associated with memories and devotion.

I am given the name of a 'Blessed Tree,'

That provides shelter in a life so bleak.

Surrounded by other plants, I witness the children’s learning,

Accustomed to listening to music; my heart is yearning.

As children's laughter fills the air, it is so soothing,

I get nurtured by their gratitude and affection, so moving.

The flowers are like children; I bloom with delight,

I become happy when they flourish, all day and night.

PROSE

In my garden, I see life begin and bloom, witnessing God's creation gently emerging from the gloom. I rise from the ground and gradually become a plant, embodying the virtue of Mother Nature's chant. With the assistance of sunlight, water, and air, I take birth in a world that can sometimes be unfair. I am conferred with all the required love, care, and affection, though sometimes it feels like it happens only for projection. I am capable of preparing my own food; as I grow tall, I provide shade to people, which feels good. Throughout my life, I have witnessed a variety of emotions and am associated with cherished memories and devotion. Known as a 'Blessed Tree,' I provide shelter in a life so bleak. Surrounded by other plants, I observe children’s learning, accustomed to listening to music, my heart yearning. As children's laughter fills the air, it is so soothing, and I find nourishment in their gratitude and affection, which is so moving. The flowers are like children; I bloom with delight, and I become happy when they flourish, all day and night.

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The Few Who Understand

Every day, we meet hundreds of people who wish us hello, hi, and bye. However, there are only a few people who can understand us in our lows and highs. In the noise of the crowd, we often feel lost, drifting through faces, but paying the cost. We share fleeting moments, brief as a sigh, yet crave that connection that reaches the sky. Some offer a smile, while others just stare, but only a few truly show that they care. They listen intently, with hearts open wide, inviting us in, letting feelings collide. Through laughter and sorrow, they walk by our side, their presence a comfort, our fears set aside. So let us treasure those who see through the haze, for they are the light that brightens our days.

बदलते समय, स्थायी सत्य - Changing Times, Constant Truths

कहानी वही होती है। किरदार बदल जाते हैं। रिश्ते वही होते हैं। जज़्बात बदल जाते हैं। दोस्ती वही होती है। अहमियत बदल जाती है। नसीब वही होता है। समय बदल जाता है। The story remains the same; Characters change. Relationships remain, Emotions change. Friendship stays the same; Importance changes. Fate remains the same; Time changes.

In My Garden - A Poem

In my garden, I see life begin to bloom, God’s creation gently rising from the gloom. With colors so vibrant and scents that delight, Nature awakens in the warm morning light. I rise from the ground, becoming a plant, With sunlight, water, and air, I enchant. I take birth in a world that can sometimes be unfair, Yet I’m nurtured with love, care, and affection rare. Though sometimes it feels like love’s just a show, I strive to grow strong and let my true colours show. Capable of making my own food with ease, As I grow tall, I offer shade and peace. I’ve witnessed emotions, both joy and pain, I hold cherished memories like drops of rain. Called a 'Blessed Tree,' I provide shelter so deep, In a world that feels bleak, I guard dreams as they sleep. Surrounded by plants, I watch children play, Listening to laughter as they learn every day. Nurtured by gratitude and affection's bright light, The flowers are children; I bloom with delight.

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