Treasure Island

Ridhima Mehrotra


A Reason To Be...


sitting on the beach
near the never ending sea
looking up in the sky
I wondered who am I? ? ? ?
what am I here for......
where am I heading towards


I am not the birds
who can fly
I am not the sun
which lightens up the world
I am not the stars
which twinkle and shine
I am not the waves
which rise so high
I am not a rose
which brings people close
then who actually am I? ? ? ?

Yes, not everyone is great
but everyone is unique
and everyone is here for a reason
for a mission to accomplish
We are here in this world
for a part to play
and I just pray
I play my part sincerely
with dedication and of course happily

Submitted: Wednesday, December 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 04, 2013

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