The Same Thing Poem by Surya Pratap Singh
The Same Thing
A glare of light,
A gaze at the star,
Shimmer and twinkle,
The way they are
And I am sitting underneath the rain drops,
Lying upon the grass bed,
Trying to learn from the hopping grasshops,
See how they hop from one position to another,
Wish I could be the same,
Same as the light glare,
Same as the twinkling star,
Same as the hopping grasshop,
Same as I'm meant to be,
Same as I'm meant for me
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