…So That You Can Grow

On a moonless night
A gardener planted me in the ground
and departed, leaving me to Nature
Suddenly, clouds appeared in the sky
And the loud wind shook me to death
Thunderstorm had beaten me down
until I saw my grave…
Suddenly, the thunder turned into whispers
And, I opened my eyes in the arms of red rays
Trembling, I dared to stand up
Then, the blue sky winked at me
And, the breeze touched me gently
“It must be a nightmare”, I murmured
The thick tall tree next to me listened and said
“Seasons come and go
So that you can grow
Just like me!”

July 1, 2012

Kausar Bilal

I am a Trainer for Professional Writing. I conduct Writing workshops for Business Executives, Young Professionals, Academic Writers, College/University Students, Journalists, Advertisers, Corporate Content Writers and Nonfiction Writing Lovers. As a Corporate Writer and Social Change Agent, you may find my voice in diverse areas on this site. Your feedback and comments are most welcomed.


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