Whitish,off-white,yellow n brown,
Small,big,varied in size,
Edges are gone in the flow of water...
The child in me is picking them up...
Likewise I do with my memories....
Scattered all around in my mind...
Picking them up-the pebbles of life...
Moments of grie...
Moments of happiness...
Moments of dosappointments...
Moments of sheer-joy...
Moments of piercing pain...
Faded are the pains with the flow of time...
I am...
Sorting them out...
Weighing them each...
Feeling their smoothness...
Washing them to clean...
N keeping them in a glass jar...
So that..
I can see them evryday...
As I go on...
Their numbers may increase...
Towards the end of the journey...
They may make a mountain itself...
Pebbles O' pebbles...
Poems of Nature...
The child in me is happy....
You are Nature's therapy....
