THE HIDING CALL
in the first rain shower; like an obstinate child;
sometimes heart wants to soak the bare
body, under the open sky; on the
lush green field near the wild
stream, playing with
dusty water,
making
the paper boat, splashing the water to each
other; on the slippery mound walking
in a crazy way, heart wants to
touch the velvet worm,
in the wet evening
hide and seek,
as glow of
fire fly,
life wants to play the missing play, the first
innocent kiss, the first love letter with
lot of spelling mistake, life wants
to run behind the butterflies,
seeing the rainbow with
dreamy eyes, many
more; but alas
childhood
doesn't comeback; it teases hiding behind
the massive tree of memory - -
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