Flowers of Spring

I am a little girl
who stays in a tiny red room
I am the fantasy
locked in the cupboard of my adulthood

I have a yellow frock
a box of ribbons
few favorite poems
and many small shoes

I dance when I walk
and fall when I run
I am the little girl
who comes often in the nights to you
The one who gives you a rose
and plants a kiss on your cheek

I will grow up and be one of you
but while I am little
let me give names to the many flowers of spring

Shringi
08/ May/ 2010