Blossom Mist (24 February 1978 / India)
While walking on a moonlit nite, I came across a milestone bright.
It shone as a pearl and stood strong as an oak.
I stop to think about the milestones I've got.
I race my mind to the first steps I took, till today where I stood.
The way is filled with milestones big and small.
It speaks a lot and it gives me a thought.
No matter how big or how small, they mean a lot.
Never forget a milestone you've got.
They are the ones that always make you stand tall.
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