Sangavi - Poems

The day I was born,
I met the one carrying many bags
And face filled with smile.
The one offered me a bag
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Do you know?
Everybody receives care in childhood.
Well, I did too
But my mind said, 'Who cares?
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When I was young,
I had a tiny sapling.
I swore an oath to care for it.
Rainwater and sunlight nurtured it,
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Unfair everywhere,
But why not the happiness?
One is happy over clouds,
Another is sad in hell.
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