The Child Within

By Anindita Das

Everyone has a child deep within

That blurts out every now and then

Though we pretend to be mature,

Those sudden outbursts doesn’t seem to end

Dancing to an old favourite song,

When no one seems to be around

No matter the steps, no matter the rhythm

The madness within is suddenly found

Speaking to an old friend after a long time

Not able to keep the excitement at bay

The pitch gets high, the laughter out of control

Like nothing else in the world need attention to pay

Watching a cartoon show that we once enjoyed

Which looks silly if we watch them now

The old memories flood back, the feeling of déjà vu

Making us relive those days somehow

Eating a piece of candy that we had at school,

The different colours that enticed us to buy

Those sugars were happily devoured

Like there was something in it, that made us high

Visiting the open fairs; riding the merry go rounds

Checking what each stall in there had to sell

Bursting balloons with a rifle; throwing rings to win

Like everything in there had to be utilised well

Every event as such that we enjoy; that we cherish,

Speaks of the inner child that never dies

If anyone denies enjoying those bits of life

For sure they are emptying a box of lies

By Anindita Das