# Anika's Birthday Party
M Mamta Agarwal
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At Anika’s birthday party,
The children in their finery
Were running about excited,
Proudly displaying
Their tattoos.
In the corner,
Sat a young boy
With his water colours.
Painting dainty designs
On outstretched arms.
As children patiently,
Waited for their turn
In a line.
I too was tempted
To get one on my wrist.
At first i hesitated
What will everyone think?
I couldn’t hold back my excitement,
Tentatively I went
Up to him and asked,
If he would paint
The most colourful butterfly
On my wrist.
Fascinated I watched
As it came out alive.
Soon, what did I see?
Other adults were
Queuing up
Behind me.
I wondered, Why do we
Suppress the
Child in us
As we grow into adults?
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