Dawn

That seed of mine is unripe

Thrown against this wind

And Flattering by own dive

Into the world without a mind.

They might sweep you out

When a chance be given,

Or will be crushed and shut

For Underwood it may be taken.

Night with the monsoon

Hard to believe to survive

A sun may have seen the throne

For it may grow and strive.

With some of some soil

With a better luck to pay

With another set to spoil

It may just let the fate pray.

Planet is of its own

Bitter the truth but its sound

Voice that would rise by loan

I may go for another round.

So let it be a charm

To grow it in my farm,

To get a shine with no alarm

May it be sworn dawn that can't harm.

I may blow my throw

With the sanity of fame

And I may grow as it would do,

Let it bloom for its own name.

I feel it owns its throne

What I can feel beyond,

A seed to make its breed by own

It may deserve a cell alone upon.