Poem : Son Of The Soil

in poem •  6 years ago 

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I do not have perfumed tips
But I speak the truth
I do not have cat eyes but I can see true colors of the universe
I do not have donkey ears
But I can hear what makes sense and what nuisance is
I do not have a dog nose
But I can smell and distinguish between carbondioxide and oxygen
I do not have soft hands
But I can deliver my from shame
I am a son of the soil like the daughters of the land
I am the filament of freedom
I am the pistil of peace
I am the calyx of consciousness
I am the pollen of prosperity
I am the corolla of peoples cause
I am an anther of amicable solution
I am the stem of the society
The Son/Daughter of soil.

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