The Seesaw
Little girl with dreams big
Smiled when she saw
the red seesaw in the park.
She saw it move up and down.
How it stopped at height and
swiftly moved towards the ground
Made her wonder, why it wouldn’t fly
Why while going up it stopped
and never took a flight?
Little girl with eyes wide
Wanted to touch the sky
She wondered if the seesaw
would let her fly high.
No matter how bright
Or pretty it may be, she hated
when all it did was go low.
It was gloomy and wrong
to go down back to the ground.
Little girl with hopes strong
Smiled wide as she pushed the ground.
She knew what was coming next,
Her effort made her glide up again.
She still couldn’t fly or touch the sky
But she knew that after every low
there is a high.
That to every fall, there is a rise.
With expertise in finance, Pooja has her way with poetry. There is no calculation here. Just pure emotions. She reveals her creative side in short and sweet sentences. Meet her at The Story Bar as she expresses herself.
