Your Story, My Way

The Words I Want To Hear

The Words I Want To Hear

We were saplings

Either taken care of

Or abandoned to be found

By angels called

Mother or Father


We were given love

And were taught to give love

Roots of us now

Grown deep into soil

Tips of the branches swung in fresh air

Dirty and clean


We were now in control

Of the balance called life

Working for survival

Or struggling through cracks of problems


Among wordpress all the achievements


Or words of praises gathered

The one that we’d want to hear

Is from ones that nurtured us


To just say

Thankyou to be born

To me

Thankyou to be grown as a fruitful tree



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