Raw Or Ripe Seed what You Sow Matters Poem by Varsha M

Like a wave on oceanic floor
My mind too is like an open shore.

Time now and then, it's visited
By waves of thoughts profound.

Like a child empty of thoughts
Nurture egocentrism in roots,

I house a tree of life, full of experience seen
Bearing leaves that're elegant green,

Some big, some small as I see
But all serve to complete and make me,

Likewise, a commotion on sandy shore in temple
Scrutiny every thought that kiss it's floor as a sample,

Filtering in the light of wisdom
Discussion at times, random

Clearing misconception born
Enlightening truths known.

Know this o dear man
It's hea'en, to be a thought swain.

Imagine a ground, off its crop
So is life, if your thoughts don't pop.

What if you're thoughts, take leave
Where will you get response to seive.

Thought bumble in brain, rumble
To solve the puzzle that crumble.

It's this house of thoughts tussle
That defines me as a living miniscule.

Raw or ripe seeds, what you sow dear
Matters a lot when time to germinate near.

Raw seeds putrefy in immaturity
Ripe seeds germinate in congruity.

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