Old mould You are cast No more sold You aren't antique For you aren't unique You are fatigued Suffered creep Belong to A herd of sheep Think deep Your past A waste Recycle yourself Dumpster you escape Do some fission-fusion Turn molten New mould Recast yourself Be useful Don't be useless
There is no age bar to think deep, introspect and remould yourself to be useful to the society.
I'm just another flower In this flower field We are all different, unique We start out weak And reach our peak And wilt when we find what we seek We are so different in so many ways Yet we are all nurtured by the suns rays We've had many good days Some of us end up as bouquets Making people happy But ourselves, are unhappy Some make each other sad And some make each other glad And me? I'm just another flower Passing through life, might I add
There are as many different people As there are as many different souls. Not two of them the same. Still they all look so very much alike . Especially from far, just like the stars. All one still one of a kind!
We all are unique in our own way still we are all one kind and yes we look the same!