My Wish

Wrote this poem when I was 12 yrs old(7th std:))And it undoubtedly looks a juvenile creation...

The new born leaf,
Of a mango tree,
Look so green,
Given by the nature free;

The little lad,
Is so glad,
Sitting on his mother's lap,
Laughing over a loud clap;

The cold wind,
With a Nature of different kind,
Do not mind,
Even if a cyclone land;

But I don't want to be,
The new born leaf,
Neither the cold wind,
Nor the little lad;

But want to fly,
Up in the sky,
With the wings of mine,
And with the happiest smile!