The child

I always want to be a child.

Never to grow up!

To be my father’s girl ,

To have the freedom to cry to my heart’s fill when he scolds me,

To cling to his fingers , To sit on his shoulders ,

To browbeat my sweet mother into permitting the weirdest deals ,

To linger over  the last drop of my morning tea ignoring her calls ,

To be lazy to get dressed up for  school,

To run to her when she comes home from office ,

To make faces at the dinner table,

To fight with my sister ,

To spank my brother ,

To play,  To sing , To dance ,

To be a child.