Friday, October 22, 2010

Of Heffalumps and Hollow Trees


‘Twas past her bedtime
So I put her to bed.
Read me a story she said.
Knowing not more than me when I was ten
The honey bear and Blyton were called upon again.

If sleep was a friend
Some shame must have passed
For he had found his abode someplace far.
She cocked her head, with a look of disbelief,
“It’s a plain ol’ elephant and tree!”

With an arrow that pierced the depth of my soul,
I tried to explain; and myself console,
The heffalump in its fantastical form
And the house inside a tree trunk.

As I battled to keep my childhood alive,
Her army surrendered,
To my friend who had blundered.
I rescued my past, but left it’s soul on the battlefield
Hoping that one day she would follow it’s lead.

2 comments:

Ve said...

What?? No Moonface from the Faraway tree?? lol.. my first time on your blog, and I must say I am thoroughly enjoying myself!!! 'About Me' describes you as a scriptwriter, and while I'm not qualified to judge your work, as far as your blog goes, its two thumbs up from me!! So at the risk of sounding pushy, I have to ask.. any chance you might consider making more than just the bi-annual appearance on your own blog?? :D

On a completely unrelated note, based on your profile pic..the Audrey Hepburn similarity is bloody uncanny!!! Tho I'm guessing it cant be easy to maintain that doe-eyed angelic look all the time huh?? lol.. No offence meant!! ;-)

Rifq said...

thank you so much.... i do need to visit this space more often.