The sun which ripens my fruits,
The star which guides my lost ship,
The wind whispers in my ear ,
And the earth asks me
“What is the use of the dwelling on acres of land When I am intended to eat only my peck of grain?”
It was a secret like flowers in the backyard,
Yet me,
You,
And
None ,
Would understand this....!!
~preethi
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
The sun which ripens my fruits,
The star which guides my lost ship,
The wind whispers in my ear ,
And the earth asks me
“What is the use of the dwelling on acres of land When I am intended to eat only my peck of grain?”
It was a secret like flowers in the backyard,
Yet me,
You,
And
None ,
Would understand this....!!
~preethi
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