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The Green Shoot: A Legend of the Boros
by Dr Surya Kumar Daimari (In Memory of Pronoy Basumotary, our beloved) He was like a young green shoot, Poking and sprouting from a stem That was deep skipped. But I was so sad when I saw him fall, Plucked out so early with 'no mercy' and foul. May be 'cause it's winter, And it's so cold. It was autumn when I saw leaves falling down Yellow, red, gold and brown. When the wind sweeps and comes whistling by They're strewn far and wide. But I've ne'er seen a green leaf falling so young. The trees are now naked and dry. But after autumn always comes spring, Buds in spring and leaves of green. But I've seen green tender leaves plucked out Mercilessly, bruising, whirling and twirling. Yet the another day, I was blessed To see a thousand host of green buds Sprouting and dancing with the wind. + + + + He was like a young green shoot, A legend of the Boros. Though he lived short and brief He wasn't a man drifted like a livid leaf. Thousands and millions will be sprouting From his stem in the season of spring. He was a man with spirit de corps, A man with integrity and hopes, Bold and strong, Visions unfulfilled, yet giving visions to millions. The grinding tea brews from a tea cup Will sooth the hearts of billions. "Honesty is the best policy"− Was his philosophy, "Dignity of labor "− Was his motto, A motto which is best for all, A motto par excellence for young and old, A motto that'll make our Land change altogether, Make our Land better than ever and ever. (Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints" Psalm 116:15 Name of the Author of this article: Dr. Surya Kumar Daimari, MA,M.Ed, PGDTE,D.Min.(Doctor of Ministry) The author is a freelance writer. Book published: The Names of the Believers in the Bible in Types and Symbols . https://outskirtspress.com/thenamesofthebelieversinthebible Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |