“Into a baby's shout,
Onto
a flower’s sprout
Into
a field, seed sown
Through
a sunray, first grown
After
a child being adopted,
Once
a noble leader being opted
Within
a democratic nation,
Into
an anti-hatred revolution
Within
the right to education,
Among
some words of motivation
Behind
an effortless humanity,
Within
thy world’s prosperity
Into
a strong will to 'change',
those
profane odds, that seems so strange”
Is
when a happiness fly,
deprived
of faltering wings.
These
are the moments where,
a
desperate new beginning, begins...
-unboundmohit
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