Old soul still believes in the stories,
That grandma in the childhood told,
My heart still has ample room for
Goblins,monsters and knights bold.
Beyond the clouds existed a world.
Where angels and fairies resided,
Sorrow and pain couldn’t enter that space,
Grandma’s tales had thus described.
I could fancy colourful gardens,
With birds and beasts of myriad hues,
Dancing ans Singing blissful lays divine,
Living on the clouds’ soft fluffy floor .
Often childish fancy took me there,
Even when my grandma was no more,
But mom told me she went to live,
Herself in that place of bliss for sure.
I missed her every dark night,
Felt disappointed and quite sore.
Why didn’t she take me along ,
Didn’t she love me anymore ?
Alas! I grew up too soon to find,
An airless space exists and extends ,
To galaxies, planets, stars and beyond,
Thus knowledge my cherished fancy ends.