𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖉.𝖇


The Wild Nothings

by Chitra Parameshwaran

I saw the rhyme
And it got me to frown
I reached out to look at my shadow
But it turned into a picture

I tried to capture the picture
But it changed into a demon
I tried to hide behind a paper
But it turned into a sky scrapper

I tried to climb the tall one
But it shrunk and threw me down
I tried to get up holding the moat
But it changed into a whale flicking a boat

I tried to hold it and stay afloat
it changed into a cat with a dark coat
I caught the cat to single and pet
But it changed into a lion cub.

I ran behind the cub
But it turned into a storm
I tried to swirl and twirl in it
But she turned into thin air….

I searched and searched
And found none
By then my frown turned into a smile
And quickly changed into a laughter.