One shall start with a canvas as blank
Every colour in the palette has meaning to be
Penny added in our memory's bank
Days that had passed and coming in a spree...

Seconds has passed for time unknown
A kid who pulled the hair as a rope
Never did he move in the dark alone
Bright light did he chase in hope...

A boy as little clinged on
Chubby and cutie as he was, has forgone
Changes were as many as a duckling to a swan
Naughty and clown in him charged as an electron...

Days, weeks, months and years
Has time gone by as soon
The tease within still appears
He is still the same cartoon...

Blank as the canvas might have been
Memories splashed varied colors
Joy, sorrow, love and care with my closest kin
My dear brother, shall we be called travellers?

Have we passed the bright land of joy
Dark world of sorrow and despair
How many more irritation will you deploy
Foolish as it is, it gets on the nerves are aware?
© Myths