CHUBBY CHEEKS

-Ayisha Jumaila TP 

Starts with fear 

And go through cheer

Cheering games 

And searing pains

Boys with toys in chilling winter

Birds like beads with chirping titter

Flying minds through fading sky

Fighting with dreams they met at high 

Shivering hands of 'ickle' little ones

Bothering on unless their speeding brains

Making sand castles in beech sunlight

Making their minds to fly to the height

Fun to the little hearts

To spend with the pony

None to the elder hearts

But wasting their money

When jingle bells are going through the 

Snowy open streets 

Little ears start tickling and 

Running for the sweets 

Restless days and sleepy nights

To jolly duddy childs

But Sheepy days and restless night

To weary parents' sides

When teachers scold

Their eyes with tears filled

And mouth about to cry

Giving up at last their try

Trembling lips are red in colour 

When back at their cozy homes

Glittering eyes and smiling face

Catching fishes from snowy water

And hold tightly their palms

Flooded eyes filled with tears

When saw the fishes are dead

Dirty hands and shabby clothes 

Playing all the eves with tiny moths 

Daddykins eyes about to close 

In a stream of happy and sleepy flow

Stream of memories

One never tends to forget

Smiling like a funny guilty 

When someone mentions that.