Each word is a new poem... each breath a new rhyme... Each smile a new beginning... each day a blessing sublime!

Petite

Wishful, delighted and spirited it pumps,
It's my heart that jumps,
Seems forever its been living for all,
At last a moment to reflect at falls,
Petite, I strive to be...
Joyous and sprinting its ought to be,
It remains an exception after all,
That's how it is and it might be for long...



Amit Khanna Ph.D.

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