Tiny as a thumb; that would be my size,
My toes, a few grains of rice.
I would travel on the back of a bee,
And fly to all places I wish to see.
My mattress, a few small leaves,
On it I’ll sleep without any grief.
With a piece of cotton under my head,
A few wooden pieces to make my bed.
Tiny ants I will observe,
Strange memories I shall preserve.
The world of nature will open to me,
Every small thing I’ll explore with glee.
First of all, flowers of every type
A feast of fruits raw and ripe.
Birds, animals, insects aplenty
All seen in Mother Nature’s bounty.
My life will be unique,
And the environment most scenic.
To be Thumbelina is one of my dreams,
Even if somewhat impossible it seems.
…now that you’re here
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An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poetry. Write to him at firstname.lastname@example.org to know more about him.