Do Come Back....

As the sky gets painted in blue

And travels across the rainbow’s hues

Falls down rain drops making up puddles

Splashing some on my new doodle

The sun shines bright on summer noon

Pushing back our lovely shy moon

Blows cold breeze in frosty days

Oh…Mom pulls me out when in bed I laze

I still want to float in my dreamland

On Mount Everest  where I stand

Being the brave and fearless girl

Walking over steep roads walking over hills

Fighting every fear enjoying every thrill

But have to get ready just can’t deny

Wobbling up noodles wobbling egg fry

I saw her eyes it was still wet

Crying all night waking up late

Don’t know what to say

To make her smile

Washing away her pain

Scaring it till miles

Finishing my stuff when I walk to bus stop

A small little thought quietly pops up

I miss those days together with dad

Jumping along the house or dancing like mad

Hip hop hip hop we both went about

But not escaping mama’s angry shouts

Hiding under the sofa we giggle up for fun

In drowsy evenings or Sunday’s morn

Reading books of Noddy

Reading books of fairy tales

I used to laugh  like crazy

And never ever wail

Eating extra ice cream from both mom and dad’s share

Visiting carnivals visiting city’s fairs 

 

I wished the clock never ticked by

Under their shadow I never had to cry

What I didn’t think was

Things will break apart

Coz  it was all so lovely

From the beginning from the start

Why things changed and for whom

I know I don’t have the answers

I don’t have a clue

They say I am kid

They say I am too small

To listen up to grownups talks

And their quarrels .

Well I know I may not be big enough

But at least I understand when to stop

When to say sorry to my loved ones

How to please my best friend in just one instance

As big one’s they don’t even know  that

Not to finish up

Math’s sums too fast

If calculations go wrong in one single step

The whole answer simply goes in waste

To not scribble on art works book

It dirties up the clean beautiful look

To not to fight with your class mate

And to say goodbye when you leave near the gate

If a small kid like me knows all these

Can’t they make up

Sharing chocolate ice cream in our freeze

Life would get sweet

And lovely again

In sunny afternoons

Or in heavy rains

Throw up all anger

And please do come back

To our home sweet home

Oh dear loving Dad .

                                                 

                                             

 A poetry written for Write.... Edit... Publish Challenge ....

 

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