Her Divine Reach

By Pragya Pandey, BA Hons Sociology

Design by Nandana

Mumbled the little white,

"Never be a flower or else you'll be picked,

Be the root that thrives even when bricked."

Oozed the blue void,

"Even when it rains,

Be the river that flawlessly gains."

Sighed earth's rugged breast,

"Claim your ground, dear one,

With leaves that dance and roots that remain firm."

Whispered the wind's silken voice,

"Fuel your passion and let them ignite

With breezes that fan the flames of might."

Groaned the worn stairs,

"Step with purpose strong,

And let wisdom's voice to be your guiding song."

Tolled the temple bell,

"Resonating love's pure tone,

May respect and peace forever be your own."

She heeded nature's gentle call

And let her soul's symphony enthrall;

Because she had her tale to be preached,

until her sprouts had a divine reach.