WinsomenessA Poem by DayranA child's winning ways
Ten into two produces a five An ogive is what protects a space craft Arts & crafts cultivate a talent A section is a part of, and not a totem. Trains on rails go clickity clack. Quack quack go the loons in the back Reach for the ground with feet held straight A healthy mind is as important as one's gait. The fishes are big by the mangrove's bay The birds for the catapult, over by the hay. The hills in the south make a bandit's hideout Fruits ripening on trees by the river's edge. Fireflies glitter like the heavens yonder The moonlight beaming like a friend in wonder Never a rest from a day of play Its a winsomeness, not quite papa's clay. Today the child a man to be Recalls the days of sonny's carefree. Soon will the child combine charms with lumps For the flutist, on the wheels of time, doth come. Hard to say where fear's to be Both matched to an equal degree 'I've come for father's,' smiles the flutist, Responds the boy, eyes twinkling, ' Ti's all mummy's.' © 2011 Dayran |
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2 Reviews Added on July 31, 2011 Last Updated on September 19, 2011 AuthorDayranMalacca, MalaysiaAbout' Akara Mudhala Ezhuththellaam Aadhi Bhagavan Mudhatre Ulaku ' Translation ..... All the World's literature, Is from the young mind of the Original Experiencer. .. more..Writing
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