Thursday, 20 March 2014

The Child In Me



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Every time I see a drop of rain on a leaf,
With rainbow tiptoeing around me like a thief,
The child in me rejoices!

Sound of birds on the morn makes me wonder,
If avarice and indulgence is pulling me under,
The child in me whimpers!

Dripping ice-cream down the carefree cone,
Buttery, chocolatey, cheery scone,
The child in me yearns!

Buried under the mountains of restraints,
My embittered heart complaints,
The child in me laments!
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29 comments:

  1. T F Carthick20 March 2014 at 21:14

    Good straightforward poetry - unlike the usual wordy over senti ones on blogs

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    1. Unknown20 March 2014 at 21:16

      Maybe it's because small things make me miss my childhood! Thanks for reading :)

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  2. Anonymous20 March 2014 at 21:17

    There are so many things i love about this poetry.. for one, I can't write short poems.. I've a serious disorder writing short stuff.. I need a lot of words.. and the way it moves from the reminiscence of the old memories to the final realization that we have to grow up is something that stuck the right chords.. you're an EXCELLENT POETESS.

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    1. Unknown20 March 2014 at 21:20

      Awww Shruti....you are really sweet. I've seen your poems and you really like beautiful poems...and no, I'm not a poetess....it's just that sometimes something strikes and I write it down. Thanks for dropping by :)

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  3. Midnight scribbles20 March 2014 at 22:48

    Aww sweet poem, takes on a myraid of emotions. childlike and innocent :)

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  4. Beloo Mehra21 March 2014 at 00:03

    What a sweet poem, full of innocence and wonder! Like it very much.

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  5. Nabanita21 March 2014 at 06:09

    Captures the essence of the time that childhood is! Good one Pankti !

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  6. Sakshi21 March 2014 at 08:17

    I really liked this, Pankti!

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  7. Michelle Stanley21 March 2014 at 12:52

    Lovely poem. We all have an inner child within us, and the simplest of things can sometimes bring it out.

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    1. Unknown21 March 2014 at 21:04

      Yes...small things can set us off on the lane of childhood memories. Thanks for liking it :)

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  8. Harsh S. Kulshrestha22 March 2014 at 12:46

    Beautiful!

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  9. Uma Anandane22 March 2014 at 13:12

    Aww- sweet , reminds me of my childhood how every small things in life matters beautifully :)

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  10. Pankaj24 March 2014 at 11:09

    it is something to connect to one's child within

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  11. Diwakar Narayan30 March 2014 at 04:58

    So true. We get enough reason everyday for the child in us to awaken, but alas, we pat it hard and make it sleep back.

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  12. Unknown5 April 2014 at 09:42

    nice che

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  13. Unknown5 April 2014 at 09:43

    nice che

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  14. Pixie7 April 2014 at 12:13

    Hugs!
    Don't lament darling!! The child in you will forever be there!! :)

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  15. Anunoy Samanta8 April 2014 at 02:14

    I really thought that was your childhood snap :-)
    "Dripping ice-cream down the carefree cone"- abhi bhi hota hoga na sometimes... at least with chocolates ;-)

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