My Expressions

My legs tied up,

I crawl to traverse miles without a shout.

I do look right under my nose,

or sometimes dare to wander about.

But I dare not leave my path

may be it crooked or straight

Strong as I am I hold on to the toughest

Yet manage to be slender and watch my weight.

I unite the ones apart

I create magic of the heart

I crawl and crawl till I get short

But my journey of happiness creates a silver lined thwart.

Who am I ???

Write down the answer.

– Sana Kolekar –

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