There was this little world I had made,
In my childhood days.
I had woven it with care.
Nurtured it with love, and to me it was dear.
Small and bright,
Clean and white.
Located in a fairy castle on a hilltop high
Up amongst the clouds, in the sky
Full of fairies, kings and queens
A child’s dream, a child’s fantasy
Many a playtime I spent here;
Many adventures I had there;
All my dreams came true here;
My wishes were fulfilled there;
But one day, I heard this shout,
Calling me to the world out
I poked my head out and saw,
And, Oh! How lovely the things seemed to be,
“Come out, and play”, they called to me.
I left my little world and came
But, Alas! Everything was not the same,
As they had before seemed to be
Oh, how true the old sayings are,
Grass always looks greener from far.
This world is full of deceit and lies.
Betrayals, broken promises and painful cries
Terrorism, Corruption, Pollution
Is there an end or a solution?
My little world was still there,
Free from such worldly affairs.
Unpolluted from all these worldly pains
Unaffected by the troubles of men
But I couldn’t enter it again
Not now, never again.
It was a child’s dream, a child’s fantasy
And I had grown up.
I wrote this poem, nearly six or seven years ago, when I was 13 years old. It lay forgotten in some dusty folder on my computer, stored along with other childish scribbles. I hadn’t thought about it in all these years, till I saw the weekly prompt by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.
This poem was, according to me, my best work in verse when I was thirteen, and probably for quite some time afterwards. And hence, I had never shown it to anybody, lest, somebody make fun of me, or the poem. It was a little too close to my heart back then. More than half a decade later, I am willing to unveil it to the eyes of the world. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated 🙂