I saw a creeper slowly rising up, satisfied with the place,
Surrounded by great and proud large trees, in a garden of grace.
From the foot of a tower, having white fragrant flowers,
The lovely high tower saved her from the showers,
From the frightening thunders of a black dense cloud.
And the great large trees, with their grandeur and proud,
Were laughing on the creeper so weak and soft,
They were thinking, heat strokes will burn her craft.
The humble, weak and feeble creeper, a victim of visitors' oversight,
Was never found resting, sleeping, she went on creeping,
She went on, went on, slow but sure, not crying or weeping,
And soon came the day, she was dancing on the top of the tower,
Spreading and dispersing white flowers round the tower.
And God was smiling on the proud of big names now drowned in shame,
Still humble was she, at all not affected by name and fame.
Akhtar Jawad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-creeper-amongst-large-trees/
