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I had not seen snow covered peaks But the time had covered those green ones I had seen with frozen ice, many a time, in dark nights, They were naked under the sun bright.

Nights just happen, we can’t blame the sun But, dear daughter, you must not hug the fire, like moths Stay home if the night is too dark, braving.

The night is choosing the right thing, knowing that we need fire in brain to melt bad iron in our path, Hence, dear child, tone your body and mind muscles hard, Being the flowers of a garden guarantee nothing beautiful- A fulfilling wilting en route to be a seed for a new beginning Or to be crushed down by heavy boots on a red red carpet.

Yet, dear daughter, you must bloom to the beauty Fulfill. For, the sun is helpless not to rise again, with a new dawn Even if it means through our death; be brave and bold.

Written By- Mrs. Sarala Ram Kamal, Trivandrum

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