Bioscope


Have u seen small children colouring with crayons
Drawing on the white page freely what comes to mind
They are not worried about what others say or how it will turn out to be
 
They focus on depicting what they see or visualize 
Let’s not judge then and brand them as meek 
Though innocent, they will teach,
Life through a bioscope. 
The very things you have forgotten to appreciate, 
Being yourself is the first way to that hope!

Copyright ©2015 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life

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Casket

A smile lightens her face
as she picks up the casket once again.
The italic font scribbled on it
is though ancient to her native mind.
The embossed diamond shaped mirrors dazzle one by one
As she pushes it back and forth to please her eyes.
Cajoling it close, she escapes to her dreamy world
hoping the casket would change her life forever
One day, she would be able to find the lost key to her treasures
Treasures though may not be in store for her !!!

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NAPOWRIMO- When hungry eat your rice, when tired close your eyes…..

She rubs her nose twitching her fine brows
Clad in sloppy dress
She sings dancing on her toes
Her khol eyes brighten just like her smile
Chirpy like a squirrel
She plays with broken pieces of tiles
Wait, I tell her,
Calling her out to speak,
Eat this dear, you look so weak
I buy all the candles that she wishes to be sold
Her happiness on her face is worth more than gold
I fancy not money, not food or any clothes
Her desire, she says is to one day be able to go that school down the road.

Copyright ©2015 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life

 Disclaimer: The image(s) in the post are taken from Google. I don’t claim any of its rights.