Who am I?

Who am I? short poem

I am someone who is as simple as ABC; yet as complicated as physics,chemistry
The mere praises of people never thrill me;
but the ones who love me for what I am does
I like smiling at the butterflies dancing in front of me,
I like counting the number of ants helping a weaker one to cross a pool of water,
I like finding out the birds singing sweet song in the morning,
I always cherish the day when I get to see the beautiful morning sun.
So,this is me,
I don’t care what others think about me, whether they like me or not,
‘Cause i know that the most important is that I love me for what I am.
I do love me for what I am,
I know I am special and unique, obviously one of a kind!
So, I love me!

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Welcome to HoP @Bhargavi Gogoi..we hope to read much more from you

Nikita Mehendiratta
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This one is beautiful. Made me think about myself. Thanks for the share.

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