Without me...
I crossed seven mountains,
seven seas and seven continents,
to meet you.
I traveled through ionosphere,
and then to atmosphere,
to breathe you.
I get reflected,
but you are the one,
affiliated with me.
You are green,
and I am colorless,
but you call me a liar.
I hate,
those poles and I
Let them feel the cold.
Look at me,
They put a smiling face,
on me.
Look at me,
They compare me,
with everything good.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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