Boon

Avid reader of books,

Bonding with cousins and friends,

Careful observer of nature,

Dawn to dusk my,

Existence was,

Far from being monitored until,

Growing up became a curse,

Hectic responsibilities,

Is now part of everyday life,

Jokes seldom are cracked,

Kindness is only read in books,

Life seems all complex now, for fake

Maturity is ever expected, I’ve flown from the

Nest into a world of so called,

Opportunities and

Power, but my,

Quest remains to bring back my,

Real and childlike,

Self;childishness please don’t confuse it with;childlike is a

Trance that I want to travel the

Universe with,

Vanity that comes from victory, I don’t want,

Winning the hearts of people through,

X-factor of kindness and

Yearning for the,

Zeal that formed part of most of my childhood, is a boon I’d readily wish for.
Avid

You may also enjoy my fellow blogger’s alliterating alphabets atΒ Sheetal Bhardwaj

12 thoughts on “Boon

Add yours

  1. Such a sweet and a wonderful poem. Ennjoyed it a lot. This Line “Quest remains to bring back my Real and childlike, Self;childishness please don’t confuse it with;childlike is a Trance that I want to travel the Universe with,” ammmaaziing. Much Love. ❀

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

Centarsko - https://centarsko.com

The Only Place Where you can Find Extraordinary Jewelry and Fashion

Colleen M. Chesebro

Novelist, Prose Metrist, & Word Witch

Occassionalmusingsblogpost.wordpress.com

My Thoughts, My Life, & My Society

Blogternator

From Batting to Book Reviews - and everything in between

Sound Bite Fiction

where nothing is quite what it seems

MY VALIANT SOUL

My poetry is my religion.

Hearing The Mermaids Sing

At Least Trying Too

words less spoken

Gen X’er chronicles the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan environment through poetry, creative writing, art, photography, and culture.

%d bloggers like this: