When I was a child,
Under the womb of the mother earth.
The sand was compiled,
And I have taken birth.
through the seed i open my wings
And Grow towards the Sky but never
leave my mother. There were many bees with stings.

And attracting towards flowers one another.
I was surprised to see the new world,
Little petals of flowers were curled.
Wonder when I grew up like them once.
that was exactly for me like a bunch,
I was too little and they were too big,
And a little kid just step on me.
Diggers started to dig
they don't know they are destroying the top soil where all plants grow.
With a moist sand like a pillow.

They don't care about our comfort.
They don't care about us.
Such a short life I lived
Can't walk or talk, just they rush.
If we give you oxygen.
Why just you can't give us freedom






sad reality of the world......







© - Manya 〽️