Saturday, 8 June 2019



My Little Plant

I see you through my glass window
You shine bright and swiftly grow

Firmly fixed to the patched meadow
Aiming high, well grounded though

The very process of your living
Extends the season we call spring

Gaining fruits and flowers is not the aim
Glimmering in my soul is my only claim
©®Indu Kriti

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