My Freedom

 
I have grown up in your garden, proud
where I still walk around.
You gave me a nudge,
I learnt to trudge.
The seeds of time kept sprouting into flowers.
Clutching your hand I awaited the showers.
Umpteen curious questions of mine answered on a long winter stroll.
Our season has lasted through spring, winter and fall.
Here I am as you made me.
I rejoice as I hold your hand and yet fly free.

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  1. nyc.. you dont write with a pen you write directly from your heart..

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