I was living in pain
My happiness was uneven
Calamities for me were certain.
Sometimes I think myself a part
Like a thing of waste and out
For me, there was nothing about.
My gaits was as I likes
I was absolute as quills
My bucket was sorrowful.
Someone cute, one day, asked about it
Amazed I was what I said!
First time I opened my palettes.
I was sharing my twingle with an unknown
Gradually a light of joy shown
Magically, surround appeared golden.
A little conversation change my surround
I feel energy through talk for heart and mind
All waste things appears beat and kind.
- THANKS DEAR FRIEND
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