Making of An Individual
Without the Strolls and Fun
could there be a walk through Sun!!
Wasn't the paper boats in the Rains
Stealing of fruits from the gardens
Becoming a rebellion to unleash self
Strolls of the kid in to the wilderness of the youth?
And how can the youth be Defined
Without the numbers of friends
To play and part
To partake and to sweat
In the playgrounds of the Life
Creating memories of sweet and sour
Moments and stills of Time
To be frozen for the life to rejoice
Today of yesterday is an imprint
Imbibed from the friends
Alone could I Be or Not
Home is a place to sanctity
With friends is a place to grow
Oh the Connection of Home and Friends
That made me who I am!! uniting the Ends
Those were the moments of Strolls
Filling me with the fluid of enthusiasm
And Introducing me to the Charm
Reminiscing All these and more
I walk and I walk And I walk....
SWANSH,,
Copyright@28/2/2015.
Copyright © Parupudi Satya Venkata Vinod Kumar | Year Posted 2016
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