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The spark
A grain of wheat, a puff of dust,
Is not as small as it seems,
A little spark is all you need,
To build the castle of your dreams.
The spark that lights up the darkest skies,
The spark that brings out smiles from cries.
This spark is not yours, or only mine,
It is in everyone who has a spine.
The spark is what draws the line,
Between the living and the dead,
It doesn't matter what I write,
Or what you think and say,
However big the obstruction may be,
If you have the spark, you'll find a way.
What is the spark? Where does it lie?
These are the questions that come to mind.
This spark is a part of you,
It lies deep in you somewhere.
Tells you when you fail that,
It is not too late to start all over again.
Spark is the will; the ambition.
It is the flint that lights the fire,
It is the urge to fulfil the desire.
This is all I have to say,
But remember the spell as you walk the way,
Keep the spark from dying down,
And you will see... you will never go astray.
Nachiketa Das, XI B
New Delhi: St. Xavier's School
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