(This is the english version of my bengali poetry 'Sristy'. The seed kissed the soil and whispered, "Will you love me a little?" The earth said to the sky ------ " Drench me a bit, Let me turn muddy with joy So I may embrace the seed ." The sky called upon the clouds. A gentle rain arrived. The seed said to the Sun " Grant me a little light." The Sun replied, " So be it !" In the warmth of embrace and the love of oxygen, the seed, intoxicated with joy, dreamed of creation in golden light. From the seed emerged a tender green sprout. -----------///---------- Poet : Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick