Rise!

I see the great, the prodigious, the true
Reach the heights and towers
And wonder how they scorch the skies,
Blow against the breeze, with supernatural powers.

I see their flight towards might,
Would I reach their heights?
They left their mark and ignited the spark,
That transformed to an eternal pyre.

They did great deeds
To change the face of these worn fields,
They bloomed the blossoms, nurtured the flowers,
Eradicated unwanted weeds.

The flowers have wilt, the fields have rot,
But their fruits taste sweet to me.
The seeds are mine I can’t be mime,
As the clouds and I conspire.

I have the power to generate a shower,
It lies deep within me,
I need to rise to nature’s advice, and sow my seeds,
For its now or never.

I offer my toil,
Flourish the soil,
To reap the unknown bliss,
That the spring upon me shall confer.

I do my best and leave the rest,
Upon thy heavenly power,
For if I rest and hope the best,
It’s my foolish desire.

I know not what the spring beholds for me,
I know not what thou plan for me.
Its bright now, I have to sow,
And offer the droplets upon my brow,
To fly the skies and rise the heights,
What noble men have risen for me!

-Gantavya Sharma