Dandelions

Some call her ……a wish!

 

Some call her …a weed…

 

She is dandelion….

Everything depends upon how you perceive it…

 

 

For me…she was & she will be a wish always…

 

As a child I picked it up…wished something..& then let her go!

As she floated …as the wind carried her…away from me…

That hope that my wish may come true!

That hope that dandelion would go near the almighty…and tell him/ her about my wish…

That feeling of that hope was priceless…

Not even once I have felt it is childish…

It is all well to think like a child…..a child's world is more of hope…wish..& positives…

 

I ain't sure if all my wishes have come true…

But at this I still continue to do the same…

I don't miss a single chance of holding a dandelion softly in my hand..wish & then blow her away into the vast space…

 

There is so much joy in those littlejoys …

And you never know ….

Wishes can come true…

And anyways…

What is wrong in wishing…

To be hopeful…is to be alive…

Atleast that is how I look at things…

Hope…wish…live

Or

Live…wish …hope …

It is the same either way …

Next time you see a dandelion pick it up …wish

& your wishes may be granted

 

 

I had always seen them floating in the blue skies…

One..two or a few…

But first time…

I saw them in this way…

All set to float…

Fly far far away…

Carrying many many wishes

 

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