I don’t remember when I lost my tenderness And hardened into a thick shelled adult No more innocent, no more gullible Like a snake, I have peeled away my old self It was easy enough, but having shed it I realize no spring can bring it back!
There was a time when my imagination Was so fiercely fuelled by fairy tales
How I used to visit the magic realms Traversing the path from wonder to wonder! On fancy’s feathered wings, I flew Dwelling with fairies, demons and vampires Roaming through the gilded hallways of magic castles Peering into wishing wells Wandering into enchanted forests
I searched under pillows for tooth fairies Lay awake in bed to hear a tap on the door With the ringing plea, falling in my ears ‘Open the door, my princess dear Open the door to thy true lover here’ Wondering if a slimy frog has leaped over to my bed
Many hours were lost in fearful suspense Pondering if the hoodwinked Red Riding Hood Would escape the claws of death in the woods
With bated breath I followed the three Billy goats On their way to the meadows beyond the bridge Cursing the wicked troll that lived under it
Scrubbed old lamps hoping a genie would crop up To bring things, my little heart cherished, Looked up to see Aladdin on his magic carpet Whizzing past the clouds,
Once I left my homework undone Thinking those helpful elves would do it While I snored away in the dead of the night
Now bereft of all such queer fancies My brain has gone into lazy slumber My world once checkered with colorful patterns Now lies damp, dull and laden with strife!
One of my uncles staying abroad used to bring for us many English story books. I had the privilege of listening to fairy tales at a small age....