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My Sun-beam Seed Sure When the sun-beam bloomed I knew the seed was mine In the flower-dust of rays A gloom whispered Somewhere a dark carcass burnt A call was left on my shore Over the sand stood a night Weeping alone But deep in the veins of dust A birth hankered Something moved A breath stirred And silently a moment lived Yesterday left a shadow behind Today knows Where is the path A shadow is not a dead ground Anybody can tread it Tomorrow-when it comes- Must know whereon it walks But sure when the sun glooms It leaves a seed In the rosy sand To become the rose of the morning My seed is never dead. ~R K Raizada ~ The Author has copyright © of the poems
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