"Into a baby's shout,
Onto a flower's sprout
Into a field, seed sown
Through a sunray, first grown
After a child being adopted,
Once a noble leader being opted
Within a democratic nation,
Into an anti-hatred revolution
Within the right to education,
Among some words of motivation
Behind an effortless humanity,
Within thy world's prosperity
Into a strong will to 'change',
those profane odds, that seems so strange"
Is when a happiness fly,
deprived of faltering wings.
These are the moments where,
a desperate new beginning, begins...
-unboundmohit ©
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