In pink and white polka dots,
She kissed her Mom all over;
From the place of their boarding stop,
She chattered on and on, forever!
A kid at best, in her wildest dreams,
In fairytale mode alive;
No one could really hold her back,
It was her quest to life!
Villages and trains sped past the blue,
The terrains echoed behind;
Animals and people along the way,
Illustrated her young mind.
Jolly on, with childish prank,
The little girl journeyed on;
Sat I, opposite to her
And rhymed away this poem!
By: Anoop M. Mathew
Written On: 30-05-2012
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