CONFESSIONS : WHO AM I ?

Am  a tendril creeper

Invested within distinct charisma bound

Neither am I a sapper nor a sucker

The mother plant I wound

Am a simple white moss

Flowering beneath rocky boulders

Rendering sad souls some joyous solace

Devoid of fragrance of hi-bred flowers .

Am a tiny country sparrow

Traversing safely in low spaces

Seeking not high skies to soar

A territory where kingly birds race .

Am intrinsically dependant

But never a tiresome burden

Always cherishing in abundant

Lightening leaden hearts to gladden.