Tuxedo

It’s getting cold now
The evening growing dusky
Sky exhibiting all shades of darkness
Breeze harbouring petrichor
The one you loved
Tinkling my hair
The way you did
Moist green leaves
Lying on the muddy ground
And crimson flowers
Blooming on the trees
Nests cradling cheery birds
Coming back to their tiny chics
Only two stars visible above
Twinkling and staring down
Perhaps trying to cheer me up
By listening to my silent songs
Things seem calm
Tranquil
Everything around yet something missing
And here I am
Sitting
In your Tuxedo

The Park (Part 2)

I recommend you to read The park (Part 1) before you go for part 2…

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Suddenly mother’s face turned pale
and she picked up her sac
There had risen a ghastly gale
She decided to call her back

As she opened the squeaky gate
Searching her on slides and roundabout
She started cursing her fate
When she was nowhere to be found

Maybe she is hiding again
Playing her childish prank
Which drove the mother insane
With fear her heart sank

The game was enough for now
She called her aloud
Darkness made it even tough
She looked everywhere around

Savouring the joys of childhood
It had her treasurable hours
Inseparable it was from her
Like the moon from its stars

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What happened next? Could the mother find her? Please read The Park (final part) to know.

Till then take care. See you next time😊

The Park (Part 1)

She must have gone there again
In the nearby park
Playing on the toy train
Swinging the rusty arch

The mother was carefree
She would surely be there
Maybe climbed up on a tree
Or playing with sand somewhere

Whenever she had a fight
At school or at home
Be it early morning or night
She went there to roam

She used to play and walk and sit
She loved that park the most
No one could keep her away from it
Not even the hearsaid ghost

Savouring joys of childhood
It had her treasurable hours
Inseparable it was from her
Like the moon from its stars

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What happened next? To know that please read The Park (Part 2)

Image by Annie Spratt

Children (the poem)

Children- the beings who do not know whats right for them and what’s wrong…

whatever may happen they can easily get along…

They are the ones who never worry of your opinion….

You like them or not, they will still be in oblivion…

Stubborn, lively and ever demanding….

Their world is beyond understanding….

Let’s  respect their opinion and set them free….

If you do so they will surely grow into a fruitful tree…