Little Ayaan has found a pebble. Correction. Not an ordinary pebble, a lucky stone. He wants to keep it close to him always, take him wherever he goes and want to avoid all the unnecessary attention around it, lest someone might just try to take it away from him.
When asked, “what’s so special about it, Ayaan? “
He goes like:
“Yester night, something strange, yet beautiful occurred.
I went to a beach. I think its name was Checkred.
I realized I was all alone, but wasn’t in terror.
Probably, the beauty of the place took away my horror.
It was not a beach any regular.
So many colors were sprinkled on the sand bed there. It was spectacular!
My favorite reds and blues,
Stood out amongst all other hues.
The seashells sparkled even from a distance.
Moonlight made the night cooler and added radiance.
Stars were blinking nearer than they usually do.
Some were in clusters and some in queue.
Suddenly, I noticed something.
The bivalves, gastropods and conches formed a straight lane,
Just like a long train.
I followed it.
Wow! Imagine what I got to put in my kit.
This! I call this a lucky stone.
It’s no one’s, but my own.
Very nice n innocent narration of the sea shore. Depiction of night is done like a beautiful painting. N stars seems like buddies….
Thanks dear Jyoti for reading and appreciating 🙂
I wish we had more of such beautiful, emotional write-ups to read.
Thanks Vijay!
Vethista (my 6 years daughter) always wonder whether postman will bring any letter for her? She never miss waving to the old postman riding bicycle with a big umbrella on the top while passing through our house
Nani,
Pretty Girl Vethista,
Missing her Nani,
Come bring your letter,
To express you better,
She got excited when postman came,
She handed her letter addressing Nani name,
The letter stated how much she missed her
Nani’s home in the mountains.
She wishes to catch snowflakes on her tongue,
Then she hears her Nani’s Cow bells rung.
She also wishes to make snowman with strawberry flavor,
And lick it till she becomes clever.
She is waiting to get another letter from her Nani,
Run postman! and quickly bring the touch of Nani .
Ranjana Pant Dass
Thanks dear Ranjana for sharing this! The poem is beautiful!