#WritcoPoemPrompt77
when i was born, the warmth of my mom
which stops the waterfalls of my eyeballs,
Smell of my father not known by new born
but the sound gives hope of love destined,
when i was child, love means my parents
I know god knows me well from heart,
with teenage of thoughts beaty of ways
god gives lots of people who loves me back,
searching of words to describe God's love
infinity in the ocean of immense creature,
he made me to fall, like a eagle teaches to fly
realising my strength to fly over the sky.




© Ranjani