Tiny soldiers march on my window pane
Steady and slow, together and disciplined
I wondered why don't anyone look back
I kept my fingers, to distract
Over, under and beside it went
But none choose to step behind
Heads high and shoulders straight
Back to their homes
Back with their treat
"Quit isn't our word" said out loud
He's neither a leader nor a captain
Just a tiny one following the lead.
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Beautiful thoughts..
As each Sun rays hit on her books,
Her eyes opened and
thoughts widened...
Heart
If hearts were sold in the market,
People would stand in queue
Fighting for buying the good one
Without realising that
the best in the world is inside them…
The Simple Dream
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