Just lock a room,
Forbid people a peek
There will be a throng
To, stealthily sneak
Adventure and curiosity
have their own charm,
Our favorite game,
Remember,
Is, often, hide and seek
We do something upfront
That is fine
But pleasure is enhanced
With anything clandestine
It may be bad sometimes
But often it’s caused by
Our naughty streak
Go down
The memory lane
Sermons were
In vain
Sweetest fruits were
Stolen ones
Raw or ripe, made
Difference none
All that mattered was
A happy shriek
Then the chrysalis
Turned butterfly
Ready for social norms
To defy
Backyard, terrace,
Deserted nook,
Where the tryst with
Beloved took,
Whispering endless
Sweet nothings
Flying away on
Fancy’s wings
Oh those joyous
Halcyon days
Clandestine
Romantic ways
Of those secrets
We never speak
Giving respite from
Every day grind
Roguish memories
Make us smile
Many blunders and
Gaffes we did
Do not think
Those were futile
They made
Our drab life spicy
Kept us away
From boredom
All the while
Even today,
With twinkle
In my eyes
I’d cherish them
Tongue in cheek
Love fun and frolic
With mischievous tweak
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India
An activity whatever
Done behind the curtains
During childhood days
Bent purely on fun and joy
To the total exclusion of harm
With an overplay of anxiety
Well within the admissible limit!