One Sunflower Field

One sunflower field,

To which everybody kneeled,

Praised and bowed,

As it grew from golden seeds.

 

They thought it was god,

And praised the almighty lord.

 

This was the one sunflower field,

To which everybody kneeled.

The Journey Begins

Hi, I’m Harshini. This blog is the home to all my poems.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words. – Robert Frost

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