The Bud

by Tanya

A little you:
the bud 
still in its formative years,
moulded by what you hear..

Years to come,
when you would learn,
what transpired,
when you were young..

Transpired but not intended..
We failed on some notes,
but saved you from many wrongs,
for you were still precious to all..

Wrongs done by some,
Trust me: were not forgiven..
For they were cursed for their deeds
for using you for their leisure needs..

Deeds were not destined..
They were consciously practiced,
for you were not their own..
But For You, they were your soul..

Own things are cared for..
Lovingly kept and worked for..
But you were that bud, kept in the dark,
which finally bent to seek its own ray of light to blossom and flower..!


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