Funny Colours Of A Selfless Childhood

(A  Mirrored Refrain written for OctPoWriMo- Day 16)

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Our childhood dreams without restraint
Painting a world of colours of our choice
Selfless child of nature, our childhood dreams
Just happy and grateful, with no cares

Blue li’l puppies and cats with colours so quaint
Grass vividly violet, along sparkling chocolate streams
Just happy and grateful, with no cares
Selfless child of nature, our childhood dreams

Crows painted bright green and red
Lest it feels sad about wearing black always
Selfless child of nature, our childhood dreams
Just happy and grateful, with no cares.

Though cloudy, stars and moon adorned the night skies,
Lest a traveller loses his way in the haunted forests
Just happy and grateful, with no cares
Selfless child of nature, our childhood dreams

That child is gone now, along with the paintings of old
Yet somehow, memories bring that kid at times; this
Selfless child of nature, our childhood dreams
Just happy and grateful, with no cares❤

Childhood Bliss

(A ZaniLa Rhyme written for OctPoWriMo- Day 12)

Photo by Emma Bauso from Pexels

A story of glee, mild and lively
There lived a child, she was me
Playful and jovial, far from fears
As every child should be- just happy!!!

Laughing and running through paddy fields
Clad brightly to welcome her
Far from fears, playful and jovial
She painted the world with real flair

Climbing up trees and swinging o’er dreams
Draped in childlike innocence
Playful and jovial, far from fears
She floated through childhood in true bliss❤❤

 

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Childhood Memories

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Was it that long that I made paper boats in rains?
Or scraped my knees chasing butterflies?
Was it that long that I outgrew these moments?
Was it that long that I forgot how happy I was?
It seems distant, those precious memories;
Memories of summers and the glow of its rays,
Of granny tales so true and feathers of all hue.
They nurtured my dreams and instilled hope;
And amidst all my scrapes, my heart was glad.
The magic has waned as childhood faded
And left me numb to the realities so cold
But the memories of old, they pull back so hard
To kindle my joys, long lost and prized
So, here I am, clad in memories of gold
As the days of old in all its warmth
Come to greet the child in me.

Pearls of Wisdom

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“I do not like black coloured puppies”.
What could I say to this irritating outburst from a pre-schooler? Dear reader, I’m not a parent; I was just babysitting for a dear friend of mine. I had no idea what I was getting into.
“Noel, your activity book clearly says that you have to colour this dog black, its kennel brown and the grass green.”I was trying to coax him into finishing the activity exactly as mentioned.
“But I don’t like puppies to be black. A black puppy looks sad”.He indignance was turning his pink face to a bright red.