Maya- my magic
We walked along the dusty road
Mother and daughter at the toddler’s pace
A fluffy ganache dripping un-had,
Maya- my beloved point in space.
The air was smoggy
I wanted to lift her up, all snuggly;
Protect her from a world that cannot protect her-
A toy set adrift in uncertain seas.
The tabby atop the stair
Purring to her little paw
The teddy-content on his cane chair
Rocking alongside his little ‘maw‘
These are, alas, dreams.
Maya: she shall, but remain,maya.
p.s: this one was written around a month back and is inspired by v.g.n, a very close friend. thank u, v