Fancy

It changes overtime, manipulated or justly influenced

With experiences of simpleton's part happy part dull days

Galloped like a horse, beats quickened at the sight of a charming boy

Dreamt of white coat a wire hung around, colours smeared apron , crowds with joyous screams

At times saw beautiful saree clad woman cooking as the door bell rings

youth dreams of infinite possibilities, of passion, love and fame

Conundrum of choices brimmed with part interest, part attraction not fear free, most not plunge rather glide slowly down holding on to parachute.

This moment it's a fairy tale and next may be less, perfect yet flawed, magical and almost complete

Yet again fancy and await, beauty and grace that time beckons, youth of your own and their perfect flawed nests