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The Poet’s Ruse
Poetry Power Recording Co.
46 episodes
4 days ago
THERE ARE ONLY A FEW WAYS TO CONQUER EARTH, POETRY IS ONE OF THEM! ✍ thepoetsruse@gmail.com
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THERE ARE ONLY A FEW WAYS TO CONQUER EARTH, POETRY IS ONE OF THEM! ✍ thepoetsruse@gmail.com
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Childhood Wanted
The Poet’s Ruse
2 minutes 21 seconds
5 years ago
Childhood Wanted

An ode to embracing your inner child.


I want to smile

all the while

 

I want to cry

squeeze orange peels

in my eye

 

I want to run,

go after a kite

under the sun

 

I want to jump

see the earth rotate, only to

come back to the same place

with a flump

 

I want to know

why do fireflies

in the night glow

 

I want to ask

how hot remains hot

and cold, cold

in a flask

 

I want to shout

from the rooftops

with my lungs out

 

I want to fight

like cats and dogs

Then reunite

 

I want to forgive

when you don't return

the comic books

that I give

 

I want to share

the last bubblegum

and the tattoo sticker, in-pair

I want to kick

stones on the way back

from school

a football trick

 

I want to sing

ding-ting, ding-ting, ting-ding

 

I want to dance

before the mirror

with my shadow

given half a chance

 

I want to hate

the first and last day

at school,

crossing the gate

 

I want to love

everything I do,

hand in glove

 

I want to promise

tomorrow means tomorrow,

mother-promise

 

I want to wish

upon a shooting star, ish!

 

I want to hope

even when you say

nope

 

I want to believe

Santa would come on

Christmas Eve

 

I just want to be a kid

as long as I can

last but not the least

make a bid


Written by: Rupesh Mandal

The Poet’s Ruse
THERE ARE ONLY A FEW WAYS TO CONQUER EARTH, POETRY IS ONE OF THEM! ✍ thepoetsruse@gmail.com