Blooming Bud

Fun and frolic and vivid naughtiness,

Dodging near trees plucking fruits,

A beautiful nostalgia that hits every adult minds.

Time creeps away for age is to leave behind,

 Unhindered watch to the arrival of peonies,

 Seldom to the sweet aromas of life.

 

Desires and dreams they never ask for,

Whatever is given they adore and treasure down,

Reciprocating everything through blink of eyes,

Tender footsteps soak in colours play around till are tired,

Weep when hurt but tears soothe,

 Pausing at places where butterflies cradle.

Selfless support on each other's mess,

Muttering and sailing paper boats in puddles,

Tender promises of tiny fingers mark its territories inside the cubicle walls.

Heart scared to ask if it's truly necessary to become an adult,

Treat or trick of lollipops and cupcakes,

Greeting fright adherence to parents' presence.

Joyous rhymes encore the green fields,

Amalgamation of memories of staycations at grandma's home,

Giggles and hiccups under the blankets switching up torches,

Mother's scolding ignored in one warm cuddle.