CHILDHOOD

I want to talk about the 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 days when___

I was a pedestrian on the highway

With the bright and succulent mangoes

Assembled in the tray sitting on my head

Every day after 2 pm__ when my mates did their assignments

With my school uniform, still on, I would perambulate 𝘖𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘭𝘢

Swinging on the Tangerine Tree Was my childhood best play

With the beauty of the moon and star__ etched in my soul

Full of blossoms__ I would run around the hood in my slacked pants

Playing 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘢-𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘢 and 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘰 𝘸𝘢 𝘯í𝘯ú ọ𝘨𝘣à 𝘯𝘢 at the backyard__

I would fly into the flowing river like a winged bird and swim like a duck

Every time daylight died__ With hunger sat in the hollow of my chest

I would sit under the moonlight to wait for Mama’s return from Ọ𝘫à-ọ𝘮𝘪

While I read 𝘈𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 till I sleep off__

On Sunday evenings after Mama had fed me with 𝘖𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘱

I would run to the mountain__ Where I loved to write syllables and sing rhymes

It was a plume of pansy, dreamy face__ Life and Joy, love and bliss and that was it!