The sun was high
Wrapping the clouds around.
Little Tully ventured to town
To buy groceries, candies sweet n sour.
Bidding Mother goodbye he went
Carrying a list long
Hopping along.
The brook cajoled
With its aqua pristine.
Little Tully went to its shore,
And forgot to get done the market chore.
He splashed water all around him
Besotted by brooks call
Under hot sun.
A boat he made
To sail by the brooks side,
Of the list mother gave to him
To buy from store, in the market nearby.
And in all the fun he let go
Task which mother had told
He did not one!
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An Associate Editor with Chrysanthemum Chronicles, Shristee Singh has many anthologies to her name. Her writings have featured in a number of literary journals. She has recently come up with her debut book, Cosmic Vibes from chaos to quietude.
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