Be it the storms of life,
Or,
The tears of the sky,
Like a deep-rooted tree,
I will firmly lie intact…
Be it the scorching heat of summers,
Or the cold night of winter,
I will try,
Try to adjust my temperature accordingly…
Taking the blow of life,
As and when it hits my face,
I will practice,
Practice the skill of patience,
Just to learn,
Learn the skill of a tree…
A tree that keeps on growing,
No matter,
It’s day or night,
Sunny or stormy,
It patiently grows…
So will I…
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Thank you..
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Nice work Kavya. Hang in there for the good times👍
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Thank you so much 😊
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