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Marching Song!
Every bud does dare, as the effort
It took to lie closed shut,
Was more painful than to blossom it took,
The dawning of a new world, right out of plain dirt,
The first light, the reward, in courage to delight.
Each grain of sand that creeps along,
Hears it's guardian angel call-'March on',
With a dream to ache, an ocean to break,
In ruthless tide's wake, never did tremble nor shake.
Watch a meteor -every atom in magnificient glow,
Rush with no fear of catching fire or falling low,
Breeze it's little spark, in a brillant blaze burn out,
Than be stifled by dry rot, to end in ashes than dust.
poem
by
Seema joglekar
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