Sprinkles Of Love
Sprinkles Of Love
A walk alone in the woods
Fresh flowers in hues
With the birds chirping
Animals wandering
And the gentle river nearby
Were in standby
To listen
To listen to the blues
Of a wearied maiden
Who was gentle to everything
But for her own kind!
She was arrogant,
And constantly threw tantrums.
She didn’t make friends,
Kept herself locked all day
But when came out, she was bitter.
Her expectations were high,
She dreamt always never tried to fulfill them.
She was pale,
Never knew anything.
Not talented or skillful
But dull
Dull as ditchwater.
At least that’s what they believe, the creatures of her own kind!
They failed to see through her arrogance
Or tantrums,
They went blind for her need for solitude.
They came not a step forward to understand her.
Never encouraging
Constant criticizing .
Nagging and nagging and nagging!
So sat the girl
Forgetting the disappointment,
And Smiling to the scent of the flowers,
Dipping her leg in the river
And playing with the animals
For they did nothing but listened to her.
A peck from the Deer,
A nudge from the rabbit,
A pat from the elephant
Melodious tunes of the birds
And scented fragrance in the air!
And hence the wearied maiden turned into a merry one!
For all she needed was an ear to listen
And some sprinkles of Love!