CYCLING
Before I learned to cycle
My dad stood at my back
Holding on tightly
As I stumbled through the track.
My dad stood at my back
Holding on tightly
As I stumbled through the track.
But one day, on the same road
Breathing in the same air
I realized the cycle was moving
But my dad wasn’t there.
Breathing in the same air
I realized the cycle was moving
But my dad wasn’t there.
Perhaps he had left me
Because he wanted me to know
That I’d never travel far
If he never let me go.
Because he wanted me to know
That I’d never travel far
If he never let me go.
THE WALL
Why have we divided ourselves
When we live in the same home
And judged each other by the clothes we wear
And the objects that we own?
When we live in the same home
And judged each other by the clothes we wear
And the objects that we own?
If you want to bring this wall down
If you have the attitude the world lacks,
Know that you cannot break it
But can be a flower in its cracks.
If you have the attitude the world lacks,
Know that you cannot break it
But can be a flower in its cracks.
For then, one day your roots will thrive
To reach the core of the wall
And then, slowly but surely,
It will crumble and finally fall.
To reach the core of the wall
And then, slowly but surely,
It will crumble and finally fall.
Mukta Anjal
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