A Poor Child's Saying
In autumn the trees
were shedding their leaves
i was sitting in the light
watching the lovely sight.
i felt the moving breeze
which indeed made me please
there i was- among the rocks
my feet didn't wear any shoes nor any socks;
i looked at my clothes;all dirty and torn
this was what i had months ago worn,
i was still the same
without a name
even the autumn was same
but every time it came
it re freshened my soul and made me glad
and forget all the things that made me sad
true, most of the rich are luxuriated and pleasured in jeweled lump
but the pleasure obtained by the mesmerizing nature's beauty lies within the reach of some...
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