One of the fun memories,
we had in childhood years,
were all the pictures & patterns,
we would carve, in any structures.
Be it the walls, or the tables,
on the sides, of our notebooks,
even tried our hand on edibles,
like wheat flour, or food on plates.

And they came, like splashing waves,
as I was scribbling, one of these days,
for, I was bored, daydreaming even,
unaware my hands, acting on its own.
It's a smile face, almost so...