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A Walk... Few Lines by Tamanna Raj

Tamanna's Feeling...

Last day of holiday and we all where getting ready to get back to work, Tamanna had to submit a poem for her school magazine, she started by cribbing and crying saying I will lose time to play.

After a lot of cajoling by her mother, she sat down to write...Tamanna said I am not sure what I should write?
Reshma said write about a lasting memory of yours...and This is what she came up with.

I have not asked her permission to put it up on my blog, hope she would not have any objection... she is making a greeting card on wild life, if she finishes, I will share that as well with you (ofcourse with her permission...Ha Ha Ha.)


A Walk
A cold winter evening,
Fragrance of flowers all around,
Millions of twinkling stars,
bright moon showing us the way…

escaping from my brothers,
Pa took me for an Ice-cream,
Listening to his stories,
Throwing my arms high,
Hanging on to him,
Licking my favorite flavor…

Kicking the stones,
Spreading the dust,
Picking up flowers,
Hopping around,
Jumping on to his back,

I have forgotten the place
but still remember the evening.

Tamanna Raj
V-C

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  1. Vaibhav160115 January 2017 at 22:37:00 GMT+5:30

    This is very lovely, Anup :) ... How old is she?

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  2. Unknown16 January 2017 at 05:36:00 GMT+5:30

    For sure it's her paa who inspires her😄

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  3. Anup Raj16 January 2017 at 09:50:00 GMT+5:30

    Vaibhavji she is 10 years old.

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  4. Pujitha's thoughts16 January 2017 at 10:21:00 GMT+5:30

    It's simply amazing. It kinda takes you down to your own childhood. This took me to trip down my memory lane reminding me of such evenings.....keep penning down more of such poems tamanna.....keep it up....stay blessed.

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  5. Sanjuwar16 January 2017 at 19:39:00 GMT+5:30

    Superb Tamanna. Keep the good work .. apart from aspiring designer you are showing up the talent of being a poet. Multitalented 👌. All the very best dear 👍. Lots of love💐😘

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  6. Sandeep Rao16 January 2017 at 21:08:00 GMT+5:30

    The term "A Walk" shall feel very happy to see its definition being written in such a peppy and cute manner. It's a cute write up wherein the feelings of the writer can be felt by the readers. What more can a writer ask for ? :) I want the ice-cream though..ha ha!

    - Sandeep

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  7. Unknown18 January 2017 at 15:21:00 GMT+5:30

    Sooo beautiful especially the last line ! Reminds me for a childhood I never had but always dreamt of....My wishes to her!!

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