Let Me Be Little Again, Dad
Let me be little again-
not for the world,
but for you.
Let me return to the girl
who fit like a memory
into the curve of your arm-
no need to impress,
no need to try.
Your favourite,
not for anything I did,
but simply for being
the quiet light in your day.
No pretending.
Just me.
Let me sit beside you again,
shoulder to shoulder,
as sunlight drapes itself across our faces-
that hush of warmth we both understood.
No words, just the language
of being still together.
You, tilting your head toward the sky,
me, stealing glances-
as if your quiet gaze
could teach me how to live.
Let me be little again,
so I can hear your voice-
not calling me to be strong,
but calling me
to be yours.
Let me curl up beside you once more,
let the world slip away,
so I can forget how far I’ve wandered
from your steady compass.
So I can just be
your child again-
safe,
loved,
unchanged
by the noise beyond our doorstep.
Let me be little again, Dad.
Not to un-grow,
but to remember-
how it feels
to be someone’s whole world,
and know
they’d catch you
before the fall ever came.
-Mehak Varun
NELLEKAI
In verdant groves, where trees preside,
A fruit of wonder, Nellekai, abides,
Green gold in hue, with secrets untold,
A medicinal treasure, worth more than gold.
Its pulp, a soothing balm, for ailments sore,
Heals wounds, and calms the fever’s roar,
Rich in antioxidants, it shields from decay,
And brings vitality, to brighten up the day.
In Ayurvedic lore, its virtues are renowned,
A remedy for many, a health – restoring crown,
For digestive woes, it brings gentle ease,
And its juice, a refreshing drink, for summer’s breeze.
Nellekai, a fruit, of nature’s design,
A gift to humanity, with healing divine,
So let us cherish, this treasure so rare,
And honor Nellekai, with gratitude we share.
May its medicinal properties, bring solace and peace,
And its sweetness, bring joy, to all who release,
The power of Nellekai, a fruit of might,
A shining gem, in the realm of natural delight. P L Parihar
A Heart of Love
World my Home and I as a stranger
Enters my worldly home with a heart of love
Pouring the love towards my people
I got to know everytime reciprocation is not possible
But still I always meet the people with my heart of love
As love knows no boundaries only knows the nature of giving
And this giving nature is what makes it lively and beautiful
Test of time will knock at various stages of life
But let it make strong enough to pass the test of time
As with every passing time it blooms like a flower
In its essence of beauty you may find the world a garden full of flowers
Protect it from judgement and criticism to spread its own beauty and love
To whomsoever you meet in the so called journey of life
Niha Raina
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