Moulds…

Moulds…

We all have our own unique moulds,

Some are soft and mellow souls,

The world for them, spectrum of colours,

Brimming with enticing, fabulous flavours,

But then there are gusts of winds, harsh and cold,

They face sensitively, heavens help them enfold.

We all have our own unique moulds,

Some are hard and rugged souls,

They see the world as an exciting adventure,

Full of challenges, on adversities they venture,

Taking control of everything big and small,

They like to fight, for them life is rise and fall.

We all have our own unique moulds,

Some are this and some are those souls,

Sometimes cheerful and sometimes aghast,

We have adjusted so well in our unique casts,

That it does not matter what we are,

Soft or rugged, nature at its best, we are.