A sprout at threshold

The chirp from cosy nest,

Where a flight to skies

Is a nonchalant routine,

Stretches to a larder in vicinity 

To caress the dormant grains 

Those lost in a conscious slumber

Confined to transparent liberty

Restricted to a delicious platter

Only once a seed crosses threshold 

Toils in the grimy core of furrows

Slithers in the fertile loam of time

Basks in open sun and free air

Then a sprout trumpets her victory 

Nascent and tender but sure of life

A deft prop here and little stake there

She sure blooms to a floral grandeur

Carries a tale of skies amidst her chirp

While twining her nest intact 

The lady of the house, bow to you!

Rishikesh 

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