Random scribblings.. I imagined being a little seed buried under the soil.. :)
I poke my nose
I poke my nose
Trembling, out of the soil
It’s a beautiful world
Shining and growing,
Spreading, beyond my sight.
I gear up,
Go on further and stand tall,
Because the world is my oyster
And I shall make myself count!
Wow! An awesome piece of work! :)
ReplyDeleteSuch a short poem and so many ideas conveyed! That is such a great ability. Great job! :)
That was sweet of you.. :) Just random scribblings.. glad to hear that you could connect :)
ReplyDeleteI am a literary connoisseur after all! ;) :P :D
ReplyDeleteHahaha. I wish I knew you well enough to comment on that.. :D
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