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| Harsha Navalkar Photography |
despite being fledgling.
wanted to fly high,
in the golden-blue sky.
After the indefatigable effort,
failure made him to avert.
With wings fully spread,
With a slew of dread.
He became deterred,
The dreams were shattered.
Then came his mom,
who made the little naive calm.
She honed his skills;
Made his dream fulfill.
Successful he became;
His fear, he overcame.
He was no more sad;
That made hismom glad.
Now he was up to the par;
His happy mom watched him flying far.
© HarshaNavalkar
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