The little girl

The little girl in her thoughts.

Childhood days thru her views,

Full of life and laughter too,

Stuck and dazed, reels thru,

Her little self  at its play.

Pearls and gems in her locket,

Frills and frocks in her pocket,

Glimpses of glamour in her wallet,

She gets to play with the world around.

Charmed and cherished by world of her own,

Weaves thoughts in her dreams,

Imagination wild and curious too,

Mesmerises all with her charm,

Broken hearts wisely mended,

Moulds and folds herself too,

Relives in her dreams within,

She gets to play with the world around.

Hurdles and hardships come her way,

Rides them with her courage,

Pushes and picks threads of life,

Strings them in her web of love,

Charmed by her ways so far,

A beautiful hand for all to play,

Yet when she grows so big,

She gets to play with the world around.

She is young, young in her heart,

Her- self, never gets old enough,

She still yearns to play as a child,

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