Swinging and singing I was, proud smile on face,
My dreams were blossoming with entire grace.
The pods were maturing, bursting thought seeds,
These will manifest ideas pushing away weeds.
Unaware of the thorns, offered you the Joy,
Almost perplexed I was, hearing you cry.
Proud and careless, oblivious to what I nurture,
But rest assured; it contradicts my true nature.
With deep pain in my heart I went searching for cause,
For I must detect the fault which put me to great loss.
The fruits and flowers that I had so cherished,
Can't believe on the poison they were nourished.
Blind are Nature's ways, offers nectar and toxin impartially,
My roots have absorbed both - may be unintentionally.
I will cleanse each cell of darkness and night,
And grow towards the sun, yearning for light.
In this ardour my endurance may be put to test,
For I may be weary, O dear, and you are the nearest.
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