As a break from the routine, I had partcipated in a cultural program held on the occasion of International Nurses Day.
One of my juniors, made a small video while we were getting ready for the function. I had posted that video ,to which someone had remarked "do you have daughter who looks like you".Of course, that statement was made in jest but there was an element of truth in it !☺️
She loves to watch the stars,
As they twinkle on dark nights,
And hear the waves crash,
As the silver orb shines bright.
She loves to chase the butterfly,
Which flits from flower to flower,
And feel their gossamer wings,
In the early morning hour.
She loves to taste the raindrops,
Cascading off her hair,
And float regal paperboats,
In waterlogged thoroughfare.
She loves to borrow from the canary,
And spread some sunshine,
The crimson and the claret,
She steals from summer wine.
She loves the caress of grass,
While bouncing in her bare feet,
And watch the rainbow dance,
On dewdrops, in their leafy seat.
She loves the strain of music,
Floating in the air,
Of some longlost song,
With friends she would share.
She loves her orange tongue,
Which she sticks out at the mirror,
The taste of ice popsicle,
Fresh and tingling, it lingers.
She loves to pirouette and twirl,
The beats never tire ,
The wind blows her tresses,
Keeping adrift all desires.
She remains frozen in time,
Pristine and free,
Chaos and churning, keep distance!
The little girl lives in me !!