Category: Childhood
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Why my inner child comes out in the summers of adulthood: A summer poem
This poem might not be relatable to people who did not attend school in India and were not in schools that gave loads of holidays homework which did not leave anytime to enjoy the summer break. However this was my experience, especially in the summers of secondary school. I remember taking my holiday homework with…
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How to prolong the shelf life of fantasies: A witchy poem
This is the latest entry to my list of mystical poems. I love the witchy aesthetic that I occasionally add in poems. In this one, I decided to go all in and this is a poem about witchy solutions that can prolong the shelf life of your fantasies. How to prolong the shelf life of…
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An Ode to my Red Slippers: A childhood poem
This poem is dedicated to a pair of red slippers that I had when I was seven. I hope you enjoy this poem that takes me back to my childhood. An Ode to my Red Slippers At the age of seven, when I started liking things with shine and bling My mother took me to…
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Four tiny poems: On night, nature, grief and exams
These are four poems which revolve around fear, nature, grief and exams. Enjoy! MINI POEMS ON NIGHT, NATURE AND EXAMS Plum blossoms Carpeting the courtyard – Aftermath of a storm / Night time walks – I am scared Of my own shadow / The clang of bell at 12 In the neighborhood school Awakens my…
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My First Day in a New School: A friendship poem
How did you meet your best friend? Was it in school like the narrator of this poem did? Or was it much later in life? This friendship poem is about friendship (obviously). But it’s also about the feelings related to first day in a new school. Hope you enjoy it! My first day in a…
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The best I can tell you about abandonment is by telling you about the portrait of my grandmother that hangs on my wall: An abandonment poem
A short poem about abandonment in which I tell you about abandonment by telling you about the portrait of my grandmother that hangs on my wall. / I never met my grandmother Yet every year a wave of sadness flows From her portrait on the wall Making me wonder if my mother Would have kept…
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The Ghost House: A poem
The crumbling mansion at the end of the road Is a ghost house, haven’t you heard? Once inhabited by a Sorceress and her daughter Now the magic plants serve as cow fodder. We press our faces against the iron gates And challenge each other to be brave And climb the rickety gray porch stairs. Then…
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Everytime You Tell A Lie, A Daisy Dies: A poem (NaPoWriMo 6)
This a poem about a ‘weird wisdom’ I once received from my mother which was “Everytime You Tell A Lie, A Daisy Dies” / Once my friend asked me, “Why won’t you ever tell a lie? Don’t you get tired of being Honest all the time?” / I told her how the answer lies in…
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Dancing in your Basement: A poem
This is a part of a longer poem which is available for my supporters on Buy Me A Coffee I wish I could forget those bright summer mornings When you and I along with a whole bunch Of sleepy-eyed children of our society Walked to the grassy maidan to defeat (mostly get defeated by) Blossom…