Posted in Musings, Rhymed Pieces

Beauty of a child.

Sweta Ojha poem

This beauty of a child, I met on the streets
On his vocal best, with a fun rhythm!

I say: “Do you have a minute for an autograph?
Boy, you captivate hearts on a nomad’s land
This show you pull for the random crowd
Do they seek you and your whereabouts?”

But I excuse myself to attend your call
I’m your fifth listener in an hour’s fall.

You say : “A canceled show must decide my luck
I’ve lost my break; I’ll lose my love
A family disgraced, allowances banned
I surrender and yearn for helping hands.”

And what a subtle smile, that innocent heart
Walks away and bestows on an extra penny!
While you my sir, struggle tears
And are yet afraid of many!

P.S. All I wish to convey is “Perceive life a little better every day!” 🙂

Thank you for reading.

Never let the words fall short! 🙂



Also she is a crazy dancer, an ardent cricket fan and a radio FM if hit upon with the same wavelength. :)

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