The verses I pen down,
Aren't merely words,
Carefully strung together,
But my letters to the people,
I have been with, anywhere.
ÙThese are meant for those too,
Who haven't met me ever,
And know only little of me,
But are kind enough to read,
What I scribble occasionally.
So, if you ever come across,
Any of these random writings,
Read them as letters from one,
Wishing to share with you,
The joys and wonders of life.
Now, if I say we are kins,
Children of the same great mother
(We know by the name 'Nature')
Would you mind my sharing with you,
Some thoughts I really hold dear?
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