I heard it once
A rice seed thrives in mud
But have never thought
I have to plant it
In the wet soil I go
"Just quit" my ego said
"Don't" my heart chirped
My feet is in the mud
The seed in my hand
Is the soil acceptable for the seed
A thought came
They will appreciate it later
Hope is all I have
YOU ARE READING
My thought today
Poetryjust what I thought of the day. It was yesterday. It is today. It will be tomorrow. But in the end all that matters is what I felt. What I sa, what I like, what I dislike, what Should be and what shouldn't.
