Me a tiny tot , would throw pebbles
on the storm ,to get them to stop !
wrong I was, as like uncontrollable rhyme
they subterfuge me still .
I am a seeker of shelly ,
but rugged words of Carlyle
have been trolling me !
In the days of festive bath, my feet were
stand still in the bottom but
hands moving on the flapping waves !
Standing on the bank ,
my mother caught my malingering.
I am still half and half
in breakage of mine .
Though I am invisible
as my mother is no more !
Copyright @Dr Pragya Suman
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 2:49 AM UTC
Me a tiny tot , would throw pebbles
on the storm ,to get them to stop !
wrong I was, as like uncontrollable rhyme
they subterfuge me still .
I am a seeker of shelly ,
but rugged words of Carlyle
have been trolling me !
In the days of festive bath, my feet were
stand still in the bottom but
hands moving on the flapping waves !
Standing on the bank ,
my mother caught my malingering.
I am still half and half
in breakage of mine .
Though I am invisible
as my mother is no more !
Copyright @Dr Pragya Suman
I am doctor by professional,from India. Writing is my passion
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