While I’m withheld on the top part,
I feel intense and strong,
As I fall down to the lower part,
I go inspired and hope for a restart.
Grains of sand I’m considered as,
Don’t you think I’m grain of children,
Feeling timid for changes,
Yet, I must accept the ups and downs life arranges.
We encounter and squeeze to be the first,
You and me,
We are forced to visit the virtue of friendships, wisdom, and honesty.
One Single Impression: Seeking