On 07-Jun-2015 3:59 pm, wrote:
When I was just a girl of ten
I wanted to write
About my countrymen
I had such noble ideas in my head
Now I forgot them
Theyre laying dead.
I could sit upon the empty hour
Gaze upon a cloud or flower
I was not of pseudo maturity
To make grief my perpetuity.
A song recital a friendly plan
Was visit enough to wonderland
We didn't need expensive treats
Huge happy hearts on tiny hip hop feet
As if it was a holiday
And God had blessed the main event
Picnicking on the peaks
After ardous happy trails uphill.
The children they're the truly wise
Jesu knew the real Magi
He cradled them upon his knees
Living loving philosophies.
And I am going to write
Bit more of joy
And less of tears
My happiness of yesteryears
Didn't happen in vain
Talisman shunning pain
Neutralizing the acid rain
Bottle up the pungent fears
Put it out in the moonlit garden
More hardy gnomes shall
Take care of our ugly hardware
Our insipid tears for implicit fears
Cut glass rosettes of sorrow,
Crystals for their doorstep.
And a handful of passion's
Pebbles petrified
Left behind
On the path of life
Each minute beckoning
Become
Reckless
Living is not for reckoning.
Living is
Happening.
© Amrita Valan 2015
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