There is more to me
There is more to me than “I”
I should rise above mine and “My”
When I was a little child
Love in my heart was piled..
Today I would do anything to get back
To cuddle away in that sack
Life was comfortable there
When my feet was bare..
I didn’t have to worry about a thing
When I didn’t live like a king.
Copyright © Ruchika Jain | Year Posted 2018
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