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
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