The tinies grew
It began to find its way
To move on and hold out their destiny
But am I not moving down with them?
Why am I stuck to tinies? ,
Where I take care, feed
play with, pamper and
Be a skin and blister.
But it should not happen
Let tinies bloom
Even if I go barren.
-Saatwika Dhilip
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