Pond’s Toddlers - By Limmin Xiuiying

Thunders have finally calmed.

Camping of misty colord brown's.

A sun has arisen

as the kid walks up into the ground.

Mischief filled with his crazy rounds,

as he is thinking

why the drizzling

didn't turn into Meghalaya's ground.

Stepping into the classes,

and throwing away the heavy burden

off his tiny little deltoid rounds.

Over roaming at point,

he stops, stands aside —

the mischief curiosity had been stopped

by a small group of toddlers

in the little water log beside.

Ponds of toddlers were juggling inside —

some were fighting,

some were crying

for the seek of food and hunger

to see their mumma

for one more time.

Some were bad,

they left for their siblings

for a bigger pond of their size.

But now few were not moving —

maybe their hunger and seek

finally came to colid,

or maybe they saw

their big mumma coming

with big food,

just their right behind.

At least and until

when the teacher came and banged,

tears have finally started following

as the toddlers' home

got teacher's leg as stand.

What will their mumma think —

that how did their babies

become someone's toy,

and some became

some murders snacked.

By Limmin Xiuiying

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