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The Little Things

*pic courtesy from pinterest  The little things the little smile the little flower in the corner aisle the little butterfly catches my eye along with  the hovering bee like sketches drawn in the sky look at the little ant fleet just close to my feet the little spider takes a warm seat the little girl who hops on the broken tile while her mother looks right across  the street from a mile I wave at her she waves back the little gestures the little fingers the little spider continues to linger the little heartbeats as humming treats while I pick up the little crumbs from my bread last night

We

Are the warriors in the shining armor..
The ferocious dreamer.
The one with a hidden flashy sword..
The one slaying the monster’s roar.
Bruised but smiling..
The shoulder for all the whining.
Instantly switching through roles..
Echoing in everyone’s laughter.
The distracted glitter..
The disruptive pillar..
Never to stir attracted by color.
The runner..
The slow walker..
The absolute stalker..
And a great talker.
Awkward..
Sometimes wierd.
Failed playing coward.
Behind every door..
Shut out by shouting loud..
Facing crowd or bowing to applaud.
Unreasonable trickles..
Untimely chuckles.
The straight forward March..
Without bothering about scratches.
The gulped in fear..
Ready to blow out fire turning emotions into ashes.
A body that creates..
Disfigures and then fits right in..
Wiping drools all over her chin.
Hands always ready to pull one up..
Faces that gets away with tears without smudging make-up.
Most of the times we might seem alone..
But each of us are the exact clone.
And cannot be easily blown.
By any gush of wind..
Because We are all tightly hinged.
Go Woman !

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