(Seeing a blog called ‘letters to inner child’, i remembered the inner child.)
Being childish,
just thinking about it
makes me happy,
and want to clap my hands
like when kids do on getting excited.
What did the child in me always wanted?
Just some love and playfulness.
And stories to imagine.
Caterpillars talking
and the foxes planning something.
Feeling everything around
and walking barefoot on ground.
Getting astonished at a flower
and delighted by a peacock.
Just some love and playfulness.
And stories to imagine.
Why make life complicated,
when it could be this simple?
Or atleast take time out
for such simple joys..
👻
aditi premankit 