I Was Laid...
I Was Laid...
I was laid in the heart
Of soil, sprouting myself
To evolve in to be a matured
One to give taste and spice and nourish the existence
With nutrients, to build
The muscles of life,
I sometimes was left to be rotten in a desire to devour non-vegetarian,
I might smell soft and doesn't find tickling buds of taste,
But I'm not considered to be waste
As I'm filled with the purity of sublime freshness
That facilitates growth spiritually,
The mind becomes pure
With thoughts remain impure
I tend to give the essence of holistic beauty
And give a sense of clarity.