By mugdha arora
The day my words knew they could rhyme
That day it wasn't just me, I lost a me.
a speck on my desk and I wasn't too worried about myself.
The tiniest thing could now speak to me,
wisdom even put forth a song.
My love met another world that could love even strong.
Ink in my letter and i started to fly.
A rebirth with sort of wings,
my flight wasnt any origination,
Yet it felt really high.
I sought to fulfill my words,
Journey then began and am still wondering why was it me who had to express?
I am just a speck!