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Honest Cheating

HONEST CHEATING 
At dady's home,
I grew up in few days,
Seems childhood was in a haze,
Hence it forked me up to teenage.

Oh! I miss the time when I had time,
Time to pluck mangoes and berries, 
Time to dress like ferries, 
A time without all earthy worries.

What a pleasure I earned,
When I spent hours,
In guessing constellations of stars,
And air them thanks in language of guitars.

Time whisked you forth so quickly, 
Like rainbow fade away from sky,
Like rain drops leave clouds so high,
Just like tides rapidly say shore good bye. 

Will you join me once, 
If I invite you to blow paper boats,
Or lean in mud type crazy thoughts,
Or decorate earthen pots.

Shortly you lived, like a day before sun,
And night less than dawn,
Still for realm of your own,
Dear, no word yet known.

I stood with you, sat with you,
You stood with me,  sat with me,
In all seasons blossomed from bud of lily,
To a blessing of thee.

Seasons flew off in few flicks, 
Summers gone,  gone springs,
You evaporated mutely without any zing,
You surely be having wings.

While angles chant words of wisdom,
An old heart's beats descend, 
Then a new life decorates land, 
With childhood as first friend.

I saw you in shiny mirror,
Also in broken bottle's bits so mere,
Here, there and  everywhere, 
You were not at all unfair. 

So many letters I wrote to you,
I did all I could, 
But you didn't turn back dear childhood,
For a last hug there i stood.

In an affair with books, 
Teenage good byed me,
I caved window of stars to see,
I thought it was your turn to bee.

Plans of tomorrow replaced joys of today, 
In struggle for money and honey, 
I even bribed youth to dig little bunny,
But never prized days so sunny,

Now see impact of your old company,
The child in an oldie is still shouting, 
"get up on feet for a final feting", 
Dear departed you did an honest cheating..

Copyright © Ayushi Pradhan | Year Posted 2016

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