There are some days where nothing seems to go the way you want it to, isn’t it? I was having one such bad day. I lost an extremely easy table tennis match. Being in a bad mood, I ended up having a fight with my best friend. Back on the way from school, my uniform got torn while getting into my school bus. While getting down at my stop, I thought that I am very bad at table tennis, a horrible friend and a careless person, good for nothing. That’s when I saw something. Something that really changed the way I think. And I decided to write a stoem on it…
Getting off the bus, crossing the street,
A lovely sight made me stop at my feet.
A tender little plant, starting to sprout,
About to know the world, peeping out.
Growing out of a crack, yet leaves so green
And just besides it a cut tree could be seen.
I tried to guess in what, thought it will be,
It might be thinking someday, this will happen to me.
Looking at this, it troubled my head,
If It knows it may happen, does it want to live ahead?
Then it occurred to me, maybe even though it could die,
It had a stubborn mind made up, to give its life a try.
With a wave of guilt in me,
all I could do was stand and see.
With a heavy heart I started on my way,
But turned back as I still, had a goodbye to say.
And I saw a little boy, poor and thin,
Watering that plant, from a little box of tin.
I was glad to know that tiny plant, also has a friend,
Hope is always there with you, when you feel it’s the end.