Me..Born Here, Not For Any Claim Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Me..born here, not for any claim
To shadow radiant beams of Almighty Sun.
A learner still I am, A cloud without rain
I need to wait a couple of years
May be a decade, let me clear
To feature myself as your lovely dear
I witnessed a rush of crowd
Towards the gate of Eden
With temptation to pick up
Basket full of Fruits and flowers
When the garden was not green
No birds were there to sing.
A divine soul managed for
Cultivation and irrigation.
With sudden flow of water
Seeds germinated from stones
Desert transformed into Oasis.
Everyone claiming his contribution
To transform seeds into tall trees
Bearing so many rainbow hues.
My inner conscience inhibited me
And enquired me who are you..?
Not worthy yet, for the respect, to expect
My feets approaching near garden of Eden
Halted their motion with deep inhale of breath.
Floating alphabets of literary world
Reverberated inside my both ears.
I really need to ensure my strength
To swim along with current of rhymes
In the river that is flooded with rhythm.
Me delighted to wash away stain of
Ego and temptation to extinguish
Sparks of thunder Inside me.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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