Oh! sweet little dandy doofus deer,
Don't you feel burdened or fear.
The lion is not anywhere sehr near,
Shout "help", so dear ones can hear.

Brook was just behind the den,
Don't goof around take the first lane.
Inviting meadows weren't barren,
Savour much but stay all sane.

Remember to check your every move,
Being menace is not good, so do remove.
Don't roam and get lost in the grove,
To grow old, certain things need to prove.

Don't let the taught virtues go in vain,
If you wish you may play in the rain.
The moment is now don't be birdbrain,
If you miss! won't find it later again.

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Ran back home hastily when I entered
Redolent fragrance of incense sticks
felt so inviting to my nostrils.
Tiny deep lit under courtyard brinda
the aalpona adorned at the doorway.

Still swing at the porch missed the
precious presence of the owner.
Freshly made mango leaves torana was
so green like telling me that you cross
the doorway and you'll be safe inside.

Mother's festive-fest patisapta
with hot jaggery syrup aroma traveled
to the living room made me super hungry.
Clothes were all dirty, we played sand
castles on the sand-stack of our neighbour.

Before washing up standing stubbornly
in front of mom for a bite and after many
requests finally received a morsel
from mom's hand what a triumph it was.
Surly kid became the most obedient
without any hassle in a split of a second.

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The faint smell of summer grass with
the compassionate cold morning zypher.
Pearly dew drops of early dandelion dawn
were spotted heather and theatre,

Silent breeze in the meadows whisper
forgotten tales of the bygone nights,
Even the petrichor with the ravishing
rainbow splendorously mesmerizing.

The beauty of the wonderous woods was
started shimmering bit by bit in the crescent
cascading blessing beams of the
awaited alluring aylin in the gloomy night.

The melancholy of the nightfall all in
mournful menacing but few stars peeking
through the clouds made it balanced
as the sweet stardust started sprouting.

In the old red maple grove seldom
tweets of the migrated swain skylarks
were pretty much near soulfully nostalgic
and too much euphonious to the ear.

The dusk was surprisingly sweet to them,
along with the twilight like welcoming them
with the warmest embrace to make
them feel the vibes of their own hamlet.

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Golden honey corns stood so proudly like top tier.
Weeds weren't weeping they stood like twine pier.
Windmills send unwavering love with each passing zephyr.
The soothing breeze conveyed love with a gentle whisper.

Even the stars send their bounteous blessings too,
Fireflies cover when the stars were not there to woo.
Oh! How maleficent the birds were forever ready for a fest,
But the scarecrow stood up like a predator full of zest.

Reaching the spoon of hungry stomach's pleasing eyes,
The best melody in the world "oh it so yumm" cry.
Not a single day went without facing the worst of worry,
But still the end of the day was my moment of glory.

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Two little desperate hands entangled in
with veiny hands of grandma like life will
take a leave if I let them go from my hold.

Emotionless empty empathetic eyes
Hager honest heart hopelessly harassed.
Desperate doomed dying dear destiny.
Amethyst abandoned ask the Almighty
Frightened yet fought for freedom
Abstract art of annoying archangels in
absolute assassin ally all alone.

Nook wasn't native yet noisily nostalgic.
Thoughts were tinted with obsidian night.
Breathing was aching but bearable.
Being the sole reason to believe that,
It was not yet the time to say goodbye.
Grandma's embrace was like a canopy
a beautiful boushi was there to hide
from the scorching splendorous supreme.
Tear stained cheeks begging to stay one more day .

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The sunny side spiked with sadness
yet the silhouette is super splendours.
Two despite dreamy doe eyes dazzling dandily.
Flavour of affection started wilting
in the unfriendly aura around.
The soulless sky is all silver-gray
seems the thunderstorms
are pretty close in the background.
My scarlet heart was pounding with
pearly white emotions stacked
deep down in my bosom.
Lonesome hope cladded in optimism.
in spite of all the gloom my heart
raced against time and conquered.
Nullified all the irreconcilable differences.
Rekindle every tiny fragment of nostalgia
and finally reach where liberty beem
hand in hand with affinity of wisdom.
Where azureness of azalea made
the entire euphoria more beautiful.
Where life breathes dawn bring
bliss and blessings and blossoms flourish.

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To my Small Wonder.🤗

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The swing goes high,
Like taking us to the sky.
Few were still cry-cry,
Maybe fear, not shy.
Some wanna try,
Some wanna fly,
Some close their eyes.
Few gave a relieved sigh.
Little ones still deny.
Some could be sly,
And nag, "the turn was my."
Noughty ones cheer with bye-bye.
It's peace, where one can rely,
When tired and feel like die.
The swing goes high,
Like taking us to the sky.

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The alley wasn't mine yet I found
solace my long lost elixir,
The air, the sun even the walls
smells somewhat familiar.

Some words ripen with time yet
they remain un-hummed.
Sometimes they lose their colours
if not spoken at the right time.

Vying for so long for the liberty it
gave me the much needed space.
Earlier I couldn't get my head out of
the clouds but here I'm the ace.
(Captioned)

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The tulips in the far end of the flower beds,
are a little shy yet very much social.
Even the juvenile juhi overhead the gateway,
sent her fragrant love with the passing zephyr.

No one standing in the enemy zone smiles were,
shared jovially without any reasons.
The cacti greet everyone once in a while
with luminous eye-catching brightest hue.

No matter how busy the honey bees are,
they never forget the manner of taking farewell,
They bow down with gratitude after collecting
their precious treasure.

When things get extremely monotonous
and send them to a furious slumber,
The cuckoo sings melodiously for them
in sear bliss to keep them going.

Oh! How beautiful the azure sky looked
adorned with a pretty tiara in seven different hues,
It felt great after rain when the droplets
cascade down the petals appreciatively,
The sun brings balmy blessings of dawn from,
the Almighty for the humbled hearts.

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