A worry to matuare
I told him not to mature
As I was immature
I saw the future
As I was unsure
It may grow with age
Let it not confine to cage
No anger or rage
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Water the seeds
Fertile it with feeds
It may grow
With fine flow
You may notice
Without any advice
It is matured now
Can you say how?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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