On a graying city wall, on a creeper unnoticed, emerges a bud.
The bud thinks it will bloom into a purple flower, will reflect light its own way.
It knows there are many-a-purple flower more fragrant and resplendent,
Yet it hopes to unfurl the dreams filling it's eyes to this wonderful creation.
I am Siddharth Sinha and i love the joy called "Life"
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