Kaleidoscope Of Life Poem by Reshma Dream Is Never A Crime................

I held a big bright bead in hand
“This is me and these are you”
I told my siblings and friends
As I selfishly held myself in hand
It slipped and fell
Into the kaleidoscope of life
I looked through to find myself
Not one, but many reflections

I reflected,
If I looked from any angle of life
I saw what is most important to me
Myself

But it appeared dull to have just one bead
I shook it, still I saw nothing new
I took my sibling’s beads
Dropped them into the kaleidoscope
I saw attractive patterns
All more bright and colourful
I added the beads of my friends
The patterns were prettier now
I understood that upto a limit
I needed them to make my life beautiful
I alone made it dark and boring
They made my life charming and happy
With every shake,
Came up something entirely new
They made patterns of memories
That I’d long cherish
I need them in my kaleidoscope of life