riddhi sharma poem child photo

The child in me wants To run after the planes in the skies And bid them goodbyes The child in me wants To play till my feet hurt and shoulders begin to droop The child in me wants To spend the day doing nothing Without a tinge of guilt The… she is dead

Image:  As, the waves washed sand off my feet giving me the fuzzy happy feeling… I found it floating on the waves of time in a tattered old bag safely tied with iron chains… A rusted tiny lock with a heart shaped key the thrill to have found a…