We are daughters of your grandchildren.
We are yet to born,
you don't know but we think,
though we cannot ink,
but we have waves
that can travel in the past,
and in the future as well,
these are colorful waves,
but most of you are color blinds,
you are confused in colors,
you can't feel us,
but a few of you think,
and transform our colors,
in a tearful write,
and they are reading it,
a message in simple words,
what a world you are going to give us,
air polluted,
water polluted,
crops polluted,
earth polluted,
even thoughts polluted,
at least keep the thoughts neat and clean,
please leave something nice for us.
Why don't you think of us!
Give us a world like a delightful colorful stage,
we assure you grandpa we shall sing sweet songs,
we shall dance like charming butterflies,
we shall bloom like aromatic flowers,
and we shall come to you like pleasant showers.
Fairer Colors get fade when our thinking and emotions get fade.....Beautiful poem....thank you for sharing :)
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we assure you grandpa we shall sing sweet songs, we shall dance like charming butterflies, we shall bloom like aromatic flowers, and we shall come to you like pleasant showers. great promises to the poet........ wonderful thinking on the thinking day.... love your poem dear Akhatar.. tony