The frog that lives
in a well,
Will never know the
charm of a seashell.
How can I make
him understand?
Who never comes out
from his homeland.
You cannot describe
the beauty of ocean,
To a toad who is always
in a commotion.
All he knows is to
hop and croak,
For his whole life
with his kinfolk.
In his imagination
the stars in the skies,
Is a delicious gustation
just like the fireflies.
He is so proud
and always boastful,
Never agrees that a cloud
Is pretty and beautiful.
No aims and ambition,
weak in comprehension.
A kiss can never make him king,
It’s just a tale kids sing.
~ Geetha Vinod
Mysore, India
Congrats 💐💐 Good comparison.All the best for your upcoming writing.
A poem worth reading….. Simple and heart warming.🌼🌸