Jayeeta Shamsul


Whim - Poem by Jayeeta Shamsul

Whim:
I am a little boy called Whim,
Inside your heart I swim,
I am your invisible trim,
I weave the nonsense dreams! !
I make you smile like baby,
I make you pop candies,
I make you hug the soft teddy,
I make you a cry baby.
I teach you to love the old Barbie.
I let you imagine absurd,
I let you feel awkward,
I let you talk nonsense,
I let you chirp in happiness.
I love to see you whimsical,
I love to blow you flute, jovial,
I put off the candle of dismal,
I want to sway you into cradle, rigorous.
I add spice into your daily trivial.
I am your capricious lover,
I am joyous rainy shower,
Inside the clouds I hover,
To me, childhood is never over!
I am that very capricious guy,
I know the formula of being happy,
I won’t let you say sorry,
I will dust off the reasons of worry.
I am the colorful threads of your wrist,
I love the way threads twist,
I love to see colorful feathers
Those punish the streaks of your hair!
I am a stroke of color,
I am a dash of air,
I run riot in nature,
I am your whimsical lover,
I am your unconscious guitar,
I am your subconscious rover,
I am your other half called whim,
I won’t let you ruin,
I will rekindle the crazy you,
With new strokes of hue! !


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A child inside you never dies! !

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, April 11, 2014


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