BABY RHYME
One day I read a beautiful poem
in one of these poetic groups
It took me back to the baby age
when to nursery rhymes I was hooked
As a kid I would stare at the lovely pics
Attached to the baby rhyme
Go into an animated baby dream
My face a beautiful mime
The words though not were fully known
But the rhythm my body caught fine
The poem which I read at this later age
I read it ,as did in those times
The poem was playing before my eyes
Like a colourful video clip
My head was bobbing up and down
I part of the wonderful trip
Became the kid attached to poem
Her words were those of mine.
In a lovely world of dream was I
All looked so pretty and fine.
©sunita grover raina2021
10/11/21
India
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