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Iam a pappus ,no one catch me
Iam an ivy , no one can swing on me
Iam a drooping jessamine flower, no one pluck me
Iam a dark brown pebble ,no one grab me
Iam a Robin , no one even touch my feathers
Iam an asphodel,no one even pluck me
Iam a fuzzy squirrel no one catch me
Iam tedious and unaprochable
All I want is a crimson rose flower
There was a girl who lived in a brake and
she was a loner, happy with dragon flies
,butterflies,sparrows and humming birds lovedto climb small trees,swim in rivulets , to make paper boats,to hang on ivy and to pluck waterlilies .She lived in a pretty arbour under the shades of a mango tree.
It was the universe who nurtured her completely. She was longing to been loved ,tottaly anxious in between two drifted space,the space which owe to her to protect her life.she has flown like a papus .for her road towards the tunnel was difficult as she was emotionally desolate and she rose in tears and set in tears. She spend her life under the mango tree started to dream a star ,wrote to the star, walked with the star and sing songs with the star
And even danced with star.
For humans she was not a matter, but for universe she was every thing .the universe fed her ,shelters and indulgent to her.even she spoke with dark coloured fishes in the creek.she even met a wild dark mysterious fairy,who never spoke with her and vanished one day.she was not matter for fairy. She was not matter for a post man who carried a parcel from her biological father.nothing was there ….days passed …for materlistic life travelled to New roads,additions ,substractions divisions and multiplication.. …. still a lot to travel to the end of the tunnel
Only I have all those wild things and pricking memories…..
Only universe there for her….
All she want a bower
akhilapalakattil 