I am I am a flower
Blossoms in the lightening color
Growing up to be stronger
Get stronger to face the summer
I am a pile of rock
Gathering to be a tall block
Standing sturdily on someone’s walk
Being ready for securing the folk
But, am I really a winner?
Or just a damn loser?
No, I am just a beggar
Who won’t be alive without the genuine giver
They call me as a dork
Always goes off at half-cock
Reaching miles distance on the clock
Changing sadness to be wonderful joke
This poem tells about someone who
has thousand questions about herself,
her dream, even her want. Sometimes she thinks she is very strong, so she can do anything by herself. In fact, she is just a human. She is nothing without the blessing of the creator. As a know nothing but arrogant person, She tries to create her own
happiness. It is because her life is not only about achievement but also
fulfillment. In brief, she is me and that is what I am feeling.
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