Lost in The British Lands
Lost in The British Lands :
Childhood wishes to get fulfilled.
So they say
And so I pray.
Of Blyton an involved reader
A wish to get lost in those British Lands
An inevitable outcome.
Dozens of these books were read
And the longings to visit the country
Further spread.
For the excitement of the pages, as many brought,
Was nothing compared to the content -
Inner wrought,
Of descriptions of fields and lands of
Crisis cross country
And of the beauty of the hills sides and valleys,
Oh! The longing for these lands
And the fulfilment never tallies.
The Farm Houses, villages and barns, so many,
And the children of these lands, so young,
Their voices like honey
So sweet
Why Oh why, the longing inside,
Why don’t you and the lands meet?
Coming to my favourite part
Of tarts and jam
And the smell of fresh baked bread and butter
I beg you, Destiny,
Meet me with those lands and don’t be bitter.
So, a reason is all need.
And although the wish
May seem childish
But after all, A wish is a wish.
By
Sumeet Mathur – Chennai - India
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