I saw the Sun
and wished to be one.
Never knew the science
never cared, all I wanted -
To be the Sun.
I didn't seek advice
I didn't even bother to learn.
They say, you could be anything
What else to wish for.
One morning I began
to climb; everyone
saw me crawling.
But I was climbing.
I saw a tiny bird
soaring up high,
Then a hawk - followed
by a plane then a rocket.
I set out to find
a rocket; there was none
I could afford.
So I began to climb
People walk past me.
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Author:
Megharoopan (
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Comments1
Here the poem mixes the literal with the metaphoric creating a great juxtaposition leading the mind to linger and reflect. Well done
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