Padma Prasad Devkota
Little Things - Poem by Padma Prasad Devkota
Spread your wings and fly, I told my thoughts,
But they were weak of wings.
So I gave up thinking of all oughts
And took up little things,
Little duckling things that quacked around
My being every now
And made all the difference in the sound
I have made somehow.
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