Ranjith Rajasekharan


A seed sprouted out on a bright shiny morning,
Born into the world of expectation
Without knowing, what expectation is,
Enjoyed the warm sparkling light with sun
And cool night with moon

A gleaming and glittering butterfly woke the little plant up
And whispered about a beautiful world,
Clapped with its leaves and played with the butterfly, the little plant

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