I may look young, I may look weak;
I may look small, past may be bleak.

I have seen, what you cant imagine;
I have felt, what you cant examine.
But what was yesterday
is left behind today.
With dreams n love,
I start now-a-days.

The world is new, bright n coloured;
my thoughts are new, beautiful n cultured.

All I ask, all I want
is a small fair chance
like all of you demand.

I ask a light, to guide me in dark;
I ask a hand, to shape my mark.
I call someone, to embrace me now!
I call someone, to answer my how’s.

I’ll be the student,
you want me to be!
Will you be my teacher,
my guide, my didi?

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