A couple of days ago, I was walking towards the crowded area outside the railway station, desperate to hop into an auto and rush home and have a steamy cuppa tea to get rid of the tiredness that clinged onto me the whole evening. No sooner did my mouth open to crib after being pushed by a hasty uncle than my eyes stopped on a little girl resting in the arms of a man(guess he was her father.) This little girl,with her innocent eyes and softer-than-butter smile lit up my face. I got rid of my tiredness. I quickly closed my eyes to remember the fading image of the child that freshened me up instantly, who led me write a few lines today...Children, indeed, have the power of innocence...
It was just another day,
Walking in the greens
Greeting familiar faces
Enjoying yet another evening...
All safe in strong arms
I saw a little angel
Her eyes shining like black pearls,
Floating in a milky ocean...
Her legs were eager to walk
To take tiny steps on the endless earth,
Her delicate finger pointed out to a butterfly,
The colourful creature had caught her eye...
The strong arms put her down gently,
How elated she was! as if freed from clutches
Jerked a bit but resisted to fall,
Heading towards the green bushes...
She couldnot lay her hands on the wings
But to and fro she ran after it
Cries of joy lighting up her soft face,
Dancing around with pure grace...
It was a beautiful scene,
Two angels playing in the greens,
One spreading smiles with acts of innocence,
And the other flying with shades of joys in its colourful wings....
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