A Watermelon Fantasy Ride To Feed My Imagination
"Treeing", "treeing,"cheerful sound of a bicycle bell;
stuck well inside my ear like a hard binding gel;
Peeping from the window, I knew him very well;
The boy lived at next door took me out of my cell.
Creeping from window, I rode down the green meadow;
The maiden dew drops shone as, young stars brightly glow;
Painted tyre, like watermelon,circled with the flow;
Feathery I felt with the morning cool breeze blow.
Lonely as a planet I lived between four walls;
Oh boy! I met my child hood there with so much falls;
whistling to the playful tunes heard as lovely calls;
"Oh! Wow ! You are out of your groove,bouncing as balls".
I pleaded her, "well, could you be this child again"?
"Let's ride to future with this new happiness gain";
Vanished, she in a flash, and hid inside my brain;
Yet the smile on my lips, never went down the drain.
Date : 13th July 2022
Contest: A watermelon fantasy ride to feed my imagination poetry contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
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