I come from cozy her



I come from a cozy planet

Where the eldest fairy

With silver hairs and pink cheeks

Gave me an upbringing 

as delicate as  a cotton ball
Before I could ever see a fall

She used to close my eyes 

With her wrinkled soft hands

And she was my sweetest friend

Then one day all of a sudden 

She was gone (my grandma)

And I was placed in the real lawn

As the softest seed she had sown
When winds striked

And came the rain

I experienced pain

But before I could cry

I experienced something more bright 
Apart from her cozy furs

I myself was a part of her 

And therefore I managed to survive

As a warrior like her

With softness I prefer to fight

Happy reading!

Love you dadi smile please and be happy whereever you are!

Keep spreading love

Yours loving warrior

Naina

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2 thoughts on “I come from cozy her

  1. And I was placed in the real lawn

    As the softest seed she had sown
    When winds striked

    And came the rain

    I experienced pain

    But before I could cry

    I experienced something more bright
    Apart from her cozy furs

    I myself was a part of her

    And therefore I managed to survive

    Wonderfully you have captured your own feelings into words and did perfect justice to resilent Tai
    ( As i called her). Though no one can fill the void, when our loved ones leave us, their memories remind us how special we were for them and the last thing they’d want us is to cry. And they’d always smile whereever they are if we are happy and successful so dear warrior keep fighting the battles to win and to be happy.

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