I wish to grow words
unlike fruits
unlike Vegetation
or flower pad
Like jungle
Tall---short
Crooked--- banded
Weak - strong
Words
Grow as tress
Spread as grass
Climb as
climber
Bloom as flowers
Ripe as fruits
I
A bird
with yellow beak
will fly - will hop
will sing-will dance
until I change in to
WORDS
Not jungle
29.6.11
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1 comments:
beautiful poem... I am wordless ..speachless..
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