When I was….

As a child, I was timid and shy,

Too many what’s and too many whys,

Was it a cloud or a cotton ball,

Which when rained might suddenly fall,

Milk turned curd was a big how?

Which always raised my eyebrow,

Birds could fly, why not I,

Wished Thou gave feathers to me!

 

Year after year on Christmas eve,

Longed for a gifts which Santa could leave,

Wanted to live in a chocolate house,

Dreams could be shattered with a bite of a mouse.

God! I thank you thou,

Grown up, am I now

For all my hows answered by thee,

Now I have nothing a plea!

Thou shall fortive me,

Who think I can’t pen,

Coz I am not the tiger of that den.

Archana Mourya

- Computer Teacher