but felt quite
awkward,
Oh my good
God!
in alacrity,
it sped
backwards
Arrived in
childhood days……
“wake up
dear,
wash your
face", mom says
A shower
first,
then a brief
break fast,
Put up
school dress,
Papa waved
good bye,
left for his
office
I said a
bye,
and by
chance I noticed
thin
hands, slim fingers, truly a kid
books in
back pack,
Back from
school, asked mom,
“cooking something
in kitchen,
for so
long”
She queried,
what do I wish
“Potato
parathha or
grilled
sandwich with sliced cheese
Would you
like bread & butter,
or a
chapati coriander egg roll
Get ready
for tomorrow any way,
finish
home work,
Studies d’
only urgent thing!,
lovely
butterflies in garden,
can’t I run behind
Won’t watch
gutsy chicks,
not to
dance in rains,
nor to mumble
a parody
Not to rive notebooks,
make paper boats
and in
water puddles,
to make those float
Wish to urge
the fairy,
who meets me in tales,
to keep in
steady touch,
To look in
to,
wall mounted mirror,
wall mounted mirror,
d’ little
girl in me,
her facial gesture
her facial gesture
Wish to
spend more time with dad,
my dad, d’
best dad in the world
To be lifted
out of sofa to his arms,
Ceaseless horns from times train,
a
halt, through signal not given
Kidhood
liberty at its abrupt end,
instantly
back to,
prototype grown up days
prototype grown up days
A
fast life,
a pack of stress and strain
a pack of stress and strain
1 comments:
gud sir
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