All my sons creations.....

...Aaditya (tiger)

The sun seems far away from my dreams..

the moon is yet to be and yet so near, I have heard of its conquer!

what about the ball obscure? ...the yellow one that is so far off? The ball that looks oh so puny?

Pluto you said? came from comet says my book so tiny..

i wonder at the blue one that is my house colour and is called the Jupiter! my favourite of all

But where is life in all these wonderful rings? I wonder....

but mom says we will find in them

one day we will and that day is yet to be as I soar above

with this wonderful solar system and put wings

to hop from one to the other!!

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I find greatness in the tree that grows against all odds

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