TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN


You splash mud on me
To make me defiled.
As a lotus, surfacing from the mud,
With a purer soul, I stand.

You try to terrify me
With thunderous growls, wild,
As deaf and blind,
Unshaken, I stand.

You try to smash me to pieces,
Like a ferocious gale.
As a lush, bamboo bush,
I rise again to smile.

You try to stone me to death,
Never to stand again.
As a bird, slanting from the earth,
I rise to the sky to sing.

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To whom it may concern.