A girl, tiny girl
climbing trees
playing with rocks
A girl, tiny girl
playing with dolls
building tiny house
A girl, tiny girl
stealing biscuits
running in corridors
A girl, tiny girl
confused with washrooms
using men's for few years
A girl, tiny girl
cycling, hiding
swimming through rains
A girl, tiny girl
dancing, singing
gushing, laughing
A girl, tiny girl
loving her younger brother
not so fond of her elder sister
A girl, tiny girl
who's the princess
of her own world
My mother says there are a few people who, from their childhood directly go to old age. After all old-age is second innings of childhood. In the sense, they never become adults.
I am one of those. Luckily.
nice one.
ReplyDeletethank you for commenting and for visiting :)
DeleteDelightful piece. Thoroughly enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteam glad you enjoyed. thank you :)
DeleteMother's are generally right ;) And this is a beautiful piece
ReplyDeleteyeah they are. am happy you liked it :)
DeleteI love both of my sisters, but my middle sister and I are much more alike than my elder sister and I. My middle sister saved my life.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem very much. :0)
sisters are amazing, arent they? you three are lucky to have each other :) thank you for commenting.
DeleteSweet! Reading this brings a smile. Aap kamaal ka likhte hai.
ReplyDeletearre! ye toh meri hi khushnaseebi hui na. dhanyavad :D
DeleteIf this is the case..i am one too :)
ReplyDeletesame pinch then! :D thank you for commenting
DeleteThat girl is a princess for all of us too :D And you will always be the cutest child :D
ReplyDelete*blushing big time* thank you so so much!
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