Everyone Has Their Own Duties To Do Poem by dhruna rao

the moon doesn't know its importance during the day.
but night know the value of moon.

getup getup
we have to run in our dreams.
come on, come on
we have to roar like a lion.

how it would be,
if you pack your dreams and keep them aside.
do you can look air in a room.

if your eyes say, it wil not dream.
if it says it doesn't matter to it.
if there is no value for your wishes.
if you say there is no place in your heart.
is it not a strange fight?

do you know the story of rain?
the rain drops turn into floods.
at last they get into rivers.
what if it thinks it has nothing to do with land.
will the sky have it's sleep?
if you think you have nothing to do with air.
will you be comfortable?
is it not a strange fight?