Days have just slipped by They sometimes appear in slides pamphlets and cards Flashing at intervals Forcing a U turn I cherish. There were bedtime stories And sometimes just one story For many nights Until both the the hare and the tortoise Didnt really want over exposure. As the kid grew .. He yearned for adventure Pointing at the red planet, I would churn out another tale. Concluded once by disclosing.. Son, your mum too will join an astraunaut for a space trip some day A mind too tiny to understand the prank, Would try his best to dissuade .. Mum its risky, its going to be exhausting,and would take you eons I would still insist, but ,a silent tear drop shining on the cheek forced me to cancell a voyage to the infinity But that innocent sigh of relief ,remains unforgettable Will always be. Next morning, I searched for his school socks One of the pair was not to be found, Others were still moist from rain But the kid had an idea.. This time playing a prankster, Held that single one and inquired, if there was any zerox machine around. Life is so full of chronicles from the past We often pull them out Along with the legs Till the legs are tall enough To step on , step up and down Endless ladders Creating a beautiful bonhomie Amongst us.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 19:09:44 +0000
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