Day-13 NaPoWriMo-2020
Prompt: Non.apologetic stealing
image: Sunita Prasad
"Where to start and where to stop?"
She looks at herself in the mirror and talks
About all those little memories she has stored
They visit when the heart wants to melt
Splashing into soft puddles at her feet
She feels his loving hand still stroking her hair
Whenever she touches any book
She remembers the time she became a book thief
That sultry summer afternoon marked on her being.
The first time he caught her
Stealing one of his books
Eleven years old trying to read
The "Dream Merchants" a Harold Robbins thriller
He admonished her tenderly saying "You can read
When you reach my shoulders."
Destiny played her cards too early
And they couldn't share books anymore.
That month was special
Showing deepest respect
To all those who taught the real meaning of life
And made to stand tall in the face of the world
She would get up early in the morning
Just to commit a sin,
An honest sin of stealing
Beautiful flowers from the neighbor's garden.
She would lovingly gather the fragrant hues
Bonding with small ferns in a beautiful bouquet
With a huge exciting smile, she would rush to school
Oozing with happiness, a little girl in pigtails shyly presented
The bouquet of lovely, fragrant flowers
To her favorite teacher on the fifth of September.
.
There are many more tales
Deeply engraved in the grey cells
How she stole a poster of Imran Khan
From a friend's sports weekly
How she stealthily steal a few laddoos from her grandmother's pantry
Not to forget the number of times
She climbed the coconut trees in the hot summers
A little monkey hanging on top with a toddy pot
The best time was ransacking the neighbor's orchards
Gleefully enjoying with buddies
In the midnight on All Souls Day
Her village still resonates
With her tomboyish tales
Cashew,chickoo, custard apple
Mango trees and many wild berries
On their trunks, they carry
Her innocently carved memories
I know, I know, She spilled many beans
You can ask her mother, the number of times
She was caught stealing the fruits and berries. ;)
Participating in :http://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirteen-6/
Prompt: Non.apologetic stealing
"Where to start and where to stop?"
She looks at herself in the mirror and talks
About all those little memories she has stored
They visit when the heart wants to melt
Splashing into soft puddles at her feet
She feels his loving hand still stroking her hair
Whenever she touches any book
She remembers the time she became a book thief
That sultry summer afternoon marked on her being.
The first time he caught her
Stealing one of his books
Eleven years old trying to read
The "Dream Merchants" a Harold Robbins thriller
He admonished her tenderly saying "You can read
When you reach my shoulders."
Destiny played her cards too early
And they couldn't share books anymore.
That month was special
Showing deepest respect
To all those who taught the real meaning of life
And made to stand tall in the face of the world
She would get up early in the morning
Just to commit a sin,
An honest sin of stealing
Beautiful flowers from the neighbor's garden.
She would lovingly gather the fragrant hues
Bonding with small ferns in a beautiful bouquet
With a huge exciting smile, she would rush to school
Oozing with happiness, a little girl in pigtails shyly presented
The bouquet of lovely, fragrant flowers
To her favorite teacher on the fifth of September.
.
There are many more tales
Deeply engraved in the grey cells
How she stole a poster of Imran Khan
From a friend's sports weekly
How she stealthily steal a few laddoos from her grandmother's pantry
Not to forget the number of times
She climbed the coconut trees in the hot summers
A little monkey hanging on top with a toddy pot
The best time was ransacking the neighbor's orchards
Gleefully enjoying with buddies
In the midnight on All Souls Day
Her village still resonates
With her tomboyish tales
Cashew,chickoo, custard apple
Mango trees and many wild berries
On their trunks, they carry
Her innocently carved memories
I know, I know, She spilled many beans
You can ask her mother, the number of times
She was caught stealing the fruits and berries. ;)
Participating in :http://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirteen-6/
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