I am turning into a word so fine,
that many would find me hard to define!
This world wud have taken charge with me swallowed,
Had I not created my own world!
With grass as my pillow,
rain making music on my window,
I would have missed the feeling of warm and cold,
Had I not created my own world!
I love my untamed permanently coloured world,
where you can never grow old,
swinging gleefully with the rainbow that you hold,
Had I not created my own world!
Nothing in this world,
could have satisfied my soul,
which is now learning to be bold,
Had I not created my own world!
I could not have had it all
if not permitted by you my lord,
I would have felt lonely manifold,
Had I not created my own world!
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