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She runs, she twirls, she twists
And she takes sweet little turns
She is the little girl in the
park
Who adorns the morning with a spark
She takes me back to my childhood
days
When I played, ran and got drenched in the rain
For there was not a single worry
in the world
As there was love, joy and parent’s
warmth
That little girl in the park
Arouse the innocence and
playfulness in me
That stopped long ago and lost
somewhere
When I took a leap from
adolescence to adulthood
After a while she sits beside her
grandpa
As she wants to know and solve
her dilemma
That why she has no wings like
the birds?
And why don’t they come out at
night?
“That’s because they are less naughty like you”
She gives a disgruntled look at
first
Then goes back and starts to play
with the dust
I wonder and think in aghast
May be I was the same little girl
When I was a tiny tot, to whom
Life was nothing but pieces of
joyful thoughts
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