•••
when
you have
no other way
but to pray
faith in prayer
gets penetrated in our
mundane deeper and stronger
with the passing of time
that routine remains
to stay
•••
@deovrat 20.10.2019

From a large tree to a bench ,
In infinite memoirs I wrench.

Gustly winds and heavy rains,
Sunny days and warm smiles
all seen time and again .

The geniel exuberance echoes elegance,
Nothingness is never in vain ,
With typified modesty my poise I retain .

Sharing each happiness sorrow and grief ,
sometimes loneliness in brief,
Peace of mind and quietness then creeps .

Clouds edged with pink and gold ,
through sunrise and sunsets many a stories unfold ,
As many as I befriend , there is a brief encounter and then the end .

I stay my ground ,
Left with a vast emptiness but hope profound ,
I wait for the next company around .

© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar

If I were a child again
I would have played more
Made friends lot more
Read and drew more

If I were a child again
I would have got wet in the rain
I would have played in the muddy puddles
Without the fear of getting my dress *****

If I were a child again
I would have played with my siblings more
Would have loved my elders and parents more
Would have cherished every second I spend with them.

If I were a child again
I would love to climb up the trees
Jumped into the ponds and stayed there
Till I got bored with playing in the water.

If I were a child again,
I would have loved to learn music
Learned all the beautiful languages
Paint all the beautiful times of my childhood.

If I were a child again
I would have roamed free
Hiking the mountains
Walking the forest trails

If I were a child again
I will never want to grow up
And away from the childhood memories
Thanks to my parents, brothers, sister, and relatives
Who made it so beautiful
I would love to relive it again and again.