I flipped a coin at the wishing fountain.
These silver and gold ones won't go in vain.
They are told to help the foster
and to the humanity, we get closer.
Water lines splitting from the mouth of the naked sculpture,
birds shoving under the shower.
Instead of counting the number
I thought of a beautiful wander.
A small country but a huge population.
Like the America,they don't live in mansion.
I wished of development- eradicating corruption.
Adultery and poverty,I'd rather not mention.
Tidy neighbourhood for living,
with lakes,parks and lanes for walking.
The tiny bits given generously by the walker by,
can save the little street kids from cry.
Small wish to big dream,
by our sociology team.
18.08.23
YOU ARE READING
Poetry in a diary
Poetryneeded to make a second poetry work,I didn't write it though,my sister did.
