What shall I offer you in return for your favor? <br />For giving me the opportunity to bloom in the winter despite your demeanour? <br />You gave me life, <br />You gave me my first breath, <br />My first ray of sight, <br />My first touch, <br />My first feel, <br />My first sensation towards being alive. <br />I cannot give you anything. <br />I will not give you nothing. <br />I have grown from you, <br />I am your fruit, <br />I will fall to ground, <br />And from me will spring a thousand you.<br /><br />Hardik Vaidya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-creator-2/
