Dainty Creeper

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I, a dainty creeper
clamber on dingy, stony wall 
of Your house with verve;
clinging, clenching with
tiny rambling hands,

grounded in mire 
to sustain somehow

my fledgling existence in air.

Crumpled, bruised
by myriad burning arrows 
of crude sandy storm,

oft descending to dusty ground;

but persevere to rise 
again and again,

not broken by hollow strokes.

Aiming high I step up to roof
holding up a rope of courage;
fostering an innocent ambition
to grab into arms that 
ultimate, boundless sky,

until cut down by Your scythe

to blow Immortal seed from body.
                                                           -Shivali