Shipra Agarwal

Mischievous Little Imps - Poem by Shipra Agarwal

Mornings come to me with your thoughts in tow,
Vague, fleeting, half-formed thoughts you know!
I often wonder if they are a continuation of a dream,
Like a song interrupted by a far placed scream.

Just like a song heard in the morning stays with one all day
So your thoughts, mischievous li'l imps, refuse to go away.
I play with them often, and each time our laughs grow crisper,
They jump on me and sing to me and tease me with their whispers.

At times I chide them and make them sit quietly in a distant corner
But they look at me with puppy eyes till I can't ignore them any longer.
"Go back to where you come from", I tell them, "Go and ask him, will you? "
"Does he have li'l imps of his own? Does he think about me too? "

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012

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