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Summertime Dreams

by Debleena Majumdar

During childhood, summertime is all about dreams – of varied kinds. Dreams without fears. Can’t summertime dreams last an entire lifetime? Debleena Majumdar raises a desperate question in her poem.

“It’s summertime, Mummy,”
She strums the guitar,
Strikes a pose, and declares herself,
The latest rocking Rockstar.
Next day, she ponders thoughtfully
In the kitchen; oblivious to the mess,
Chocolate chicken in the making,
“Papa, can’t you guess?”
The remote is no longer under any control,
Sounds of Chotta Bheem blare.
“I am just planning a new TV invention,
Science research you see, shh..secret, can’t share.”
Then again in her shiny, new, roller skates,
She balances delicately; you run to break her fall.
“Watch me fly,” she laughs; you cry –
“Baby, be careful, keep your eye on the ball.”

But when the ball drops,
When the guitar string breaks,
When we forget the lyrics of the song,
That once lulled us to blissful sleep,
When each new recipe tastes of
Broken dreams and lost hopes,
Aren’t we still entitled
To that one crazy, forgotten, dream?
Can’t summertime dreams last
an entire lifetime? Don’t we all remember
that summer, when the world was our dream?

Pic: http://www.flickr.com/photos/rageshev/

Debleeena blogs at debleena-roy.blogspot.in and has had articles published in Chillibreeze and eZinearticles.

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