I don’t like my curly hair.
Everyday I say a prayer.
God, please make my hair straight.
I want to make two long plaits.
Do you think He hears my plea?
Oh, she asked innocently of me.
Dear, you look truly like an angel.
But they are always entangled.
Please, please pray for me.
I want hair like you, you see.
Do you think He really loves me?
Darling, He loves everyone you see.
Then why did he make my hair curly.
He loves you very, very dearly.
On hearing this she did a jig.
He must have a heart really big.
I just can’t love everyone.
That boy who teases me, for one.
Then she clapped and ran about.
Kicking the ball, scream and shout.
Forgot all about her curls.
How dainty is my little girl!
Of Anika, for Anika, my grand daughter
Natural rhythm and flow with heartfelt affection for the grand daughter. An effortless poetry, I enjoyed reading it. CP
Rhythm, rhyme and spontaneity are the beauty of this poem.
Enchanting word portrait. I am sure God loves Anika for her curly hair.10/10. Always your friend, Sandra Sandra
Its that age of children, when they have that open mind Which is ready to hear and understand Its only when grown up they get closed to outside A feeling that.. now i know everything. How nice it is to be... a child at heart and mind forever We can have a closed door still an open gate... as the age goes... Nice one... simple truth.
thank god ANIKA does not have a sister with straight hair
wow... a poem with a different message... unique... nice write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful page from life very beautifully brought out...Anika, HE loves you...HE loves you the way you look in your curly hair....10