My lines are about little things, that do not mean a lot,
But mean absolutely everything,
Of first , only , and last time, some moments sought,
You, me and every living being!
The pride I felt when my first tooth was out,
That morning when all pimples vanished!
The moment the bicycle wheels bid goodbye to support,
The glee when my first lines were penned!
The day I saw just me in his eyes,
The day the rains, soaked everything known,
The night I wished, as the star raced the skies,
The moments when I didn’t dream alone.
Celebration doesn’t call for a cause or reason,
It’s in every moment, day and season!
©Anitha Kaveri
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