I asked the little one,
To get out now
and walk away,
The poor little thing
wanted to stay,
I kicked it out,
I asked it to leave,
I abandoned it,
And it ran away..
The little feeling
Got totally lost,
In the mind maze,
Of its own thoughts,
It walked on thorns,
It drowned in tears,
It faced hurricanes,
Yet it survived,
Yet it struggled,
Yet it searched,
Day and night,
And finally..
It returned back
To my waiting heart..
Copyright 2018 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh)
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Beautiful
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Thanks
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Very nice ☺
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Reblogging this to my sister site, Success Inspirers World
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Powerful!
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Thank you so much ☺ Keda
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*thank you so much
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wow, you got me caught from very first line 🙂 I love the poem so much sense and meaningful 🙂
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I am glad you liked it!
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Touched!! 🙂
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😊😊😊😊
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Lovely
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😊😊
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intriguing! I relate to it. It’s transparent enough to invite the reader in but hidden enough allow the reader to be the readers self
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Hi Chitkala. Thank you for visiting and following HoB. Much appreciated!
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You r welcome
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O Dear. The poor little one. Why did you, why did you kick it away! So somehow it found its way back to your waiting heart again !
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Haha …yess..
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