fertile!!

the barren are the flesh,

so much,

so intense,

that the sun has hidden behined the blueness,

long time back....

the cracks on land

are restless for the rain,

and the pain is immense.....

the redness of bloody screams

is ruling over the kingdom,

the evil spirits

roam around with freedom,

and ITS IS THE END!!

there grew a small bud

from the seed of fertile womb,

and the ray of sun

peeped a little behined the gloom,

and whispered to the sleeping fate

a good time to come....

INSTANTLY,

it changed the expression of earth,

the bud's miraculous birth!!

likewise,

the hope grows 

into a new life,

when the time is wrong

and the feels are low.....

it flourishes

and erase the darkest demons...

even,

when the doomsday is near,

and there dwells all over the fears.....

the fertility of this belief,

even flourish the barren hearts,

the rotten feels!!!!!

hiramalik

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