Latent Brawn
-By Dhruv Sapra
Live I unknowing of the strength prime
In me it grows stark absolute, grey with time
Earth that lies so low and deep, buried beneath
Doesn’t know how brawn down our feet
Spur on waves of the furious red daze
Warmth it lends to the cold realm in ways
With zing to zenith, to sweep the orb of old
Tide of gushing gale, naïve and untold
Born out from a drop, down the peaks bathed in snow
Fierce force it has but it doesn’t know
Doesn’t know a sapling when sowed, it drop
The ability of it to feed, and yield a crop
Lifeless soil within of golden hue
Unknown imparts life to the younger yew
Abundance of crop not gift from soil
But what went within, the sweat and the toil
-A dhruv sapra copyright!
