With the special people in my life,
Like green parrots on the cloudy sky.
Day wouldn't pass, without your thoughts.
It's bright like the poles,
Where the sun never drowns.
Filled with purity and peace,
It's hard to survive.
I'm a tern and I fly.
But never migrate.
White tried to blind me,
Solitude tried to kill me,
I lit up the bright and kindled it.
Gave me some warmth, and much energy.
We did have darkness but was glowed out bright.
I Felt pleasant and I'm burning them all.
Yet they seldom deplete.
I ain't jealous, am content,
With what thy has bestowed me,
The special people in my life.
- Saikarthick
** Vinátta is Icelandic for friendship !!
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