All the eggs don’t hatch.
All the seeds don’t burst.
All the loves don’t spark.
Yet the process continues.

All the chicks don’t live.
All the sprouts don’t grow.
All the loves don’t bloom.
But the process continues.

Pest takes toll of the siblings.
Drought takes the toll of the seedlings.
Fate stalls many loves in making.
Still the process continues.

The process spurts the hope.
The process spurs the heart.
The process thrills the senses.
Evolution, thus, continues.
03.10.2000, Pkmdi

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

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