Times when I wandered in the meadows,
Chasing ducks and picking eggs,
Playing in orchards, plucking cashews,
Picking tender mangoes and collecting coffee beans.

Times when I placed myself on top of the world,
Daydreamed of a fabulous future,
 Ignorant of the material truth,that some lives on earth;
Are destined to be perturbed.

Times when I envisaged the image of an alluring girl ,
Getting soaked in the showers of overnight love,
Unconscious of the universal truth, that ,
Bathing in love and falling in love just happen;

To luckiest souls, and I refused to grew up !
Dipped in fancy shades of  love, the immature d girl in me ,
Metamorphosis ed into a nymph,
Graceful,  brilliant, yet longing for her soulmate.

Published by rekhashivam

Reading and writing is my passion. Philosophy, gender, Fiction, Mystery,Education, Thriller,I prefer these genres. But I must admit I am not a prolific writer. Just that I want to express and feel myself. Honest comments are heartily welcome.

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