Re-Living My Childhood Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Watching two buds blossoming slowly by,
I scarce can think of an opportune time
To bring back mine that had long lost its rhyme—
Two birds when prime their raw wings, try to fly.

Two birthdays bridge the gap between the two—
She and the younger devil full of go,
While lady angel seldom gets fair due,
She better knows how to let the storm blow.

She plays pontiff on things proper and prime,
Of fairy tales half way more often left,
A chime here, else a nursery's half rhyme,
Most of which goes on, ah long warp, li'le weft.

And lost in waltzing leaps, valleys so deep,
Poor li'le devil would surrender to sleep.
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The angel represents my grand daughter and the devil, my grand son.
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Reminiscences | 04.04.04 |