Cuteness personified!

tiny drops behind chilly eyes
a trickling smile hiding some lies
hither and thither, she paces around
tugging at her skirt, wondering beyond

they checked her shoes, her hair and nails
but couldn’t listen to her pounding veins
her ponytails ended in squiggles
much like the little mischiefs in her brain

where is my teddy?
why this bag is so heavy?
why do i have to sit quietly?
why does my teacher not love me?

chugging along her messed up plans
playtime was now a new boardgame
pencils and crayons, her new fast friends
life has to move on – she knows this then

cute like a packet of gems was she
a little muddled, a little naughty
daddy’s little princess, mummy’s baby doll
oh why o why is this school at all!

P.S: I saw this girl and recollected my first day at kindergarten.

6 thoughts on “Cuteness personified!”

  1. Old Fox,

    You must have been a handful for your teachers in nursery class. So well composed poem showing what must be going on in the mind of little girl sent to school for the first time.

    Take care

  2. hehehe! Uncle Jack!!
    i did quite some dhamaal in KGs…a little less in primary section and nothing at all in secondary section:)

    i guess all kids grow up like this, don’t they?

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