Of paper boats and childhood

My daughterI watch quietly,As she neatlyFolds the crispLittle square pink paperWith her chubby fingers,Totally quiet andAbsorbed in origami,I observe how With her folds,Art unfolds.A lovely, lightpaperboat I behold-And memories unfold:Chilli-hot, fire-hot fritters,Monsoon music,Brolly-less, romping carefree,And my days of dancing in rain-Jolly though dripping wet,In the light and heavyHeavy and light drizzleMy smile mingles with hers,Our

The other half of 2022 arrives

To sun-hot May,The summer-bringer,In days few,We bid adieu.How very soon,Arrives June,Along comes the monsoon,May the rains grace,Cool the land too,Welcome, ‘warm’ welcome,To the second half Of the year 2022.Lets remind ourselves,In New Year resolutionsWhat did we decide,But simply couldn’t do?Its never too late,Begin today,It’s still May.

Happy Children’s day India!

A poem for kids: ‘My Train Journey’ ‘My Train Journey’ My train journeyWas just lovely,I met kidsWho were funny,We laughed a lot At each station Hot snacks we bought.Chhuk chhukChhuk chhukChug chugChug chugWent the train,The rhythm feltLike a refrain.I know not whenA thug cameA thief he was,Who stole a packOf my croissant plain;I thought to