This time I am gonna explain First..this seed this sapling is all of us... The expectations is the teen academic pressure we are going through.. But are we enough? Are we really adjustable towards the expectations? Are we proving them right? This poem is about a lil girl who at the end really quits
The poem goes like:
The day this seed was sowed
the sunrays of expections explode
Even I wanted white jasmines to be blooming out of branches and Butterflies flattering around me
but who knew this baby sapling was too young to think all this and was...