Poetry by Uma Pochampalli
Thursday, August 8, 2024
Perhaps
World moves
As it revolves
All else does
With seasons,
Leaving reasons
Toiling our spirits
We move forth
Boys and girls
Turn into people
Learning skills
I believe, everything
Changes with ones
Hope, faith and vision
I suppose..
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