Famous

May 12, 2009
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The rain is famous to the grass,
growing from the liquid of life.

The books are famous to the readers to the readers,
absorbing information like a sponge.
More famous than pixels,
which null the mind.

The songs are famous to the musician,
who looks at them all with great joy in his eyes.

The stars are famous to the sky,
lighting it up like the Christmas's in December.

A tattoo is as famous to skin as paint is to a wall.

Pictures are as famous to canvases as breath is to a flute.

I want to be famous to crying children,
who look up with surprise,
yet take the fruit gratefully.
Famous as the one who helps the needy.

I want to be famous to students,
organizing events and suggesting ideas.
Not because I get to mouth my opinions,
but because of the joy on everyones face,
when we do something new.





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