The Little Girl In My Heart

The little girl is glaring in my heart

Can she not play with me calling me “Akka Akka, let us run athwart !”

I yearn for a little girl to come and smile at me, sit and nag me constantly

I remember my littleness congregate daintily in my head

Oh how I was loved by Amma, Appa

And Anna and even those whom I didn’t know admired from far!

She who my eyes adorned three days past

Is a little girl of seven strolling with a hand clamped to her hip

Practicing for the children catwalk her frock flips!

Who twittering with her mushroom bop head

Chops away my prolonged gossamer of onion-weary miseries

Smiled at me seated just a little away from me

Oh she looked too pretty in her neat, floral frock

That any busiest eye could passing gawk

A yellow royal marigold stood stalwart atop her crown

Oh she scarcely had make-up scrubbed on her beautiful natural face

I would look as exact when I was eight!

My friends would rake my straight umbrella cut hair

She smiled at me with her glorious teeth, I couldn’t help but stare

I was about to wave back a sweet hi and summon her close

But a lady teacher with a pointing finger displaced her, she rose

From the seat and walked a feet away from me

Oh but in my dream the little girl still breathes, my happy seed.