This poem is a monologue of the lotus flower..a flower that blooms through mud. When you look at the lotus through a poetic angle, it seems so closely related to human life..so read on!
You may bury me under the dirt,
You may cover me up with mud,
You may not give me enough to grow
And yet, I will bloom
It is difficult, no doubt,
To rise from the mud
To bloom for hope..to awaken
But above all those tough times,
I see the light of the dawn on the horizon..
And I wake up to feel that light.
I hear a hundred dissuading calls,
All urging me to stop,
But there is a fire ignited,
Deep in my heart.
And I go on to quieten that fire..
And then when I finally see those pure sun rays,
After overcoming all the hurdles
I spread my petals,
I gather the sunlight,
And bask in the pleasant morning glory..
And then I feel proud of myself
For having given a tough fight..
Its easy to fall back,
To let the mud cover you up..
It is very easy to give up
And turn your back
But it takes every ounce of courage
To face it, to deal with it
And not let it be the better of you..
It takes every bit of determination
To stay put, to fight back,
To come up..and to rise.