A Seed's Destiny

Like the other hundred, it too was just another seed

Red, ripe, bright and juicy a pomegranate breed,

A tree with leafy branches, full of fruits it’s dreaming

But it was in a mart to feed some hungry, screaming,

And in a hand, it's ready to face life's bruises and fury

A helpless seed like other hundred praying for mercy,

And destiny saved it from the first death by a knife

A knife so sharp which never faced even single strife,

But it fell down on the floor in the process of separation

Ready to be crushed down by any foot in the motion,

But destiny picked it up and with others, it was collected

In a bowl which was small and at many places perforated,

And alack, it fell down again from that bowl with water

And was ready for its end by going down in the gutter,

But destiny picked it up and put it in a beautiful basin

Decorated, it was served with other mixed with resin,

From spoon, it saw a mouth, teeth and it's death near

Seeing its death it was numb and in deep fear,

But destiny smiled and from there it fell down on the floor

And next day like a waste it's thrown out from the door,

Now the poor little seed was in destiny's hand

But glad and free like a free bird in the vast land,

A pomegranate tree with leafy branches, full of fruits

It was dreaming to make it real so spreading its roots