On this earth we live,
Every story every
human tells,
Bounces around the
transparent walls,
History of its own.
What we do, we act
upon,
Are seeds of our
actions, big and small,
It’s like a thread
spinning and twisting,
Keep on sewing and all
things in between.
Flowers we grew here,
are tales for our children,
We left them colours,
we left them thorns,
See what can they do?
Love and hate, good
and bad,
And all things in
between.
Vowel in our own
sounds,
Play, playful and playfulness,
Where games and
lessons jumble,
And all things in
between yet again.
Life is full of
everything.
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