Sprinkles - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Sprinkles of rain,
And sprinkles of showers,
Sprinkles of stars,
Are sprinkles of power.
I thought one sprinkle,
Would do it for me today.
But I stayed to get more,
Maybe I would find more in the sun's happy ray.
Red, yellow and chocolate,
Danced on my cake,
Which with sprinkles I did bake.
Sprinkles of confetti,
Spoonfuls of it.
Sprinkles of fire flames,
When it was lit.
The sprinkles of my life have lit it up.
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