A Child


Little, immature spaces
in otherwise staid timeline
forgetting life a while
cocooned with felicity
I play a child.

Denounce, stark eyed
they concede improper and inane
grown-up going offhand
brush off, regardless
I play a child.

Elfin, naivete soul
spurting glimmer in adulthood
hidden fragments in us all
but only to few buddying benevolent
I play a child.

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Taking cue from a Child

The poem is written for Friday Poetically. Topic – “A Poem with a child or a youth”.

I don’t know if I have helped, but I have spent time with many kids, many of my cousins. I think many of us, being adults seem to see “us helping them grow”, but the poem I want to share is about “they helping us better”.


When around one,
innocence resides in heart,
pleasures are only
branded with smiles,
decisions don’t weight
profits, but felicity,
convincing appears challenging,
inviting patience,
tricks by me appeal,
compelled, their visage
avers it magic,
I recognize pureness,
molded can be, imitating,
I recognize responsibility,
a year past teenage, don’t possess wisdom,
but, I think I am improving,
taking cue from a child.


When I was a child,
I wanted to be so much more,
the thought was so dilute,
that everything seemed possible.

Then came the summer of youth,
a time to acquire umpteen information,
and recast it to the world as knowledge,
so i may find my place in the vividness.

It will be an understatement to say
that I know nothing
but unveiling the usefulness of what learned
might pave the way for times ahead.