Thought-That Touches The Sky Poem by TADASHA TRIPATHY

I am a grass on the green ground
But want to create a dark wood
I am a new born bird without wings
But try to fly away from hood.

I rise my hand for moon
But standing on the ground
I have thought to lighten like sun
But having a simple candle.

I am a tiny sand particle
Laying on a river bank
But want to be a part of a building
Which will touch the sky.

In an innocent eye I am
An overflowing drop of tear
But after being released I want
To be like 'Ganga'; The holy river.