By V. Sai Snigdha Sathwika
Shiny little pearls under the sea
The seal let out a soft plea
Sound of the waves crashing
An enthusiastic dolphin went dashing.
Even the tiniest of fish in the water
They always matter
Hearing the rain pitter-patter
The memory turned slightly bitter.
Turning back I can see
I didn’t know what mattered and what didn’t to me
There’s so many things one can be
Yet I couldn’t see
Every little fish in the sea
They’re important to me.
Clown fish that belong to a school,
Can never be bound to a pool.
By V. Sai Snigdha Sathwika
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