The Uncrowned Queen

The Uncrowned  Queen short poem

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In my Solitude
I looked all around-
To sooth my mind.
I noticed, a little Sparrow
Starting its nest.
Day by day, I watched the little bird
The progress of construction was going on
With small grasses and pieces of sticks.
The piece of stick in her beak
Was like a mountain on the head.
At last, the little sparrow
Owned her little palace
Days passed-
The little Sparrow was out of my sight,
Out from my memory.
But to my surprise,
One day I heard, from her palace
The chirping sound of some little birds.
I noticed
The Sparrow outside her palace.
She looked proud
She stared at me with all highness of a queen.
Behind her I noticed,
Two little heads with yellow beaks-
With chirping sounds and loving hearts.
She did it, yes, she did it.
She is the uncrowned queen now
With her little Princesses.
I smiled- with the thought,
”dreams come through with hard work”.

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I was working as the head teacher of a high school for many years.I have written many poems in English, Urdu and Malayalam. But i never had the confidence to bring it to the public .Better to say, i never tried for it due to lack of confidence.Now i got a platform to bring myself forward.Thanks to the editorial board of high on poems.I enjoy reading and writing.
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Geetha Paniker
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It is a cute poem. And yes dreams come through hard work.

Balveen Cheema
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No crowns without dreams!

Laya Sarath
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Aww thats so cute one..Could visualize the whole thing mam

J.rid
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Beautiful and I smiled too at the delightful scene yes it is nearly here again Spring and new beginings.
Of course too dreams to reach for.

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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The piece of stick in her beak
Was like a mountain on the head.……..

Needs a special mention………

ruthieg33
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Thank you for sharing. I enjoyed your poem.

Savi Mani
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Wow dear Ammu what a beautiful heart warming poem, the little sparrow by the dint of her hard work made up her own castle her own kingdom and towards the end she did bring happiness to herself and to you too, in her own way……..yes love and labour never goes in vain…..wonderful poem……….enjoyed reading it and the last few lines lit up my face too!!!!

Shabeeh Kamoonpuri
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Your poems are amazing really.I enjoyed them.Introduction is beautiful.Keep writing.tc.

Viswas Menon
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@ammukutty_sachariah……wonderful…..expressive …

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