A lullaby for the jaded heart,
Soothing dew drops after fight with darts.
As I lay tired on the bed of cotton grass,
Simple things of childhood are past.
Remembering misty words on a monsoon glass,
Play in moment after being scolded in class.
The words seen this moment fading the next,
Close eyes like a child to forget the rest.
Misty mountains to hide my mushy toys,
Hidden in corners safe from decoys.
Lock the pet butterfly in your compass,
Boast of it and make friends fuss.
Dreaming dragons and fairy wands,
Life is sweet with such a simple stance.
Telegram the memoirs and get them back,
Call them urgent for the dreamy rack.
Call the simple things back for night,
Heavy eyelids and a smile are alright.
Mighty tiring the daily chores,
Wake up soon at the fairy’s door.
Photo-credits: Urvi Jain and Meet Jain, two lovable neighborhood kiddies. They were playing with my iPad and came out with these. Love those kids.
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