One drop at the bottom is completely boiled
It believes it is the hot one among this sea of cold ones
It doesn't compare ans sulk..
Its confident in its difference
It believes it can move up now
It takes all its strength and creates a way
Moves toward the top
Oh god..all this cold society fails it on the way
First boil is lost
But it is being noticed
It inspires
Moments go..
There comes second one..lost
Third and fourth..lost
Now they form groups..
Slowly amd steadily the group send
One after another
They loose some on the way
Never give up
The first bubble reaches to the top amd dissipated into air..destiny..
There is no stopping others..
Bubbles after bubbles
No one remembers the first boil..
But the spirit is in every drop
Together they boil
Hot..Hot..so hot..
