If I ever owned a stationary store,
I would be financially broke..
Cuz I’d end up using all the stash
My heart, on the other hand would overflow..
The colouring books would say ‘pick me, pick me’
And I would gladly oblige
the blank pages would pull me in,
It would be a store filled with all my ‘write’
All the coloured paper would party,
The paints and crayons making merry..
The canvasses playing Holi,
And me their queen, sitting jolly
Highlighters, stamps, punches of all shapes
Ribbons, glue and scissors
Is all I need to let out the dying artist,
That hides inside, rarely else appears
If I ever owned a stationary store
I’d let in all the kids, make merry
Take whatever your heart calls for
Let the artist out & remember, there’s no hurry
If only we let our children set the pace of life
Rather than us doing it for them
The world would be a merrier place
Ruled by hearts & Joy, not weekends
We all deserve our inner child
To be out and about, dominating us
It’s all peer pressure & a forced choice
That’s getting to most of us
I may not own a stationary store
And I thank god all the time..
Cuz my inner child is quite alive
And my teacher is none other than my child
Ps : still dreaming of owning that dream store where all of our childhood comes alive