and dreamy soccer- like eyes,
filled with never ending queries and wonder,
the world suddenly appears to be happy
And ‘peace’ doesn’t seem to be a myth anymore.
The smell of crayons, pencils, cricket balls
PSP and Nintendo
give me a reason to live through another day.
Those mischievous twinkles and angelic smile
wrap up the whole world for me and
I begin to live all over again,
through all the innocence in your eyes, and
the stubbornness of your chin!
You string me a dream of whispering fairy tales and cartoons
You thread me moments of hot chocolate and pizzas
You weave me joyous stories of streaming sunshine
You make me believe in YOU