Her World

Here’s a fantasy poem, bordering on nonsense verse, for children, by Sudeshna, for Different Truths.

She would often find herself
Battling gnomes and funny elves
She would battle with demons and rogues
Riding high on sturdy brown brogues
Her horse would often change shapes
Growing wings and wearing capes
They would often fly into space
Plucking stars, setting galactic space
The forest they would frequently forage
For adventure amidst green foliage
The river she would regularly swim
On giant Hilsa’s silvery fins
She would gallop towards the sun
Trapping its radiation only for fun
Atop the ice clad Himalayan Mountains
Open the sluice gate of milky fountain
She would right all the wrongs
Almost before the dinner gong
She would unequivocally escape into fanciful flights
An only child fully equipped to deal with her plight.

Picture design Anumita Roy