I was a petite seed
And no one paid any heed
Placed in a nursery
Listen to my story; it is a mixture of glee and tragedy
One day a little girl came by
Hey! I said, can you hear my cry?
I prayed to god to relieve me from here
Will my dream come true was my fear
Suddenly two gentle hands came forward
I wanted to be brave and not a coward
They sowed me in the mud
My friends sun and water gave me the food
I opened my eyes and saw the first sunshine
The world looked pretty and so fine
My life was happy and full of spirits though
I have little clashes sometimes and my friends became foe
I grew up into a tree so brawny
With my leaves so downy
Slowly I began to think that I was useless
And this thought made me restless
One day a group of kids came and swinged on my branch
My fruits were collected for a ranch
Weary travelers rested in my shade
Slowly I began to realize why I was made
If you too feel dejected like me
Take my life as an inspiration for the coming days to be
Kavitha Krishnamurthy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autobiography-of-a-seed/
