Silence

At The Age Of Five

At the age of five,
Wearing my favourite dress on a cloudy day,
The Sun and the clouds busy in their child's play,

Soon after being tempted by the unprovoked puddle lying down,
I was looking at my mother's frown,

It was the result of my naughtiness,
My dress was now wet,
Although my mother warned me about it,
I ended up jumping into the puddle because of my haughtiness,

I had taken a leap of faith,
On to the silent puddle,
Begging it in vain, to spare my lovely dress,

Well I was rather foolish to take its silence for acceptance,
For it showed me it's true colours,
By printing them on my dress, staining them forever,
With a violent splish and splash,
And took its revenge for disturbing it,

I had to pay the price,
My dress was now ruined,
If only had I been listening to my mother,

It was a lesson to be learnt,
To never take anything for granted,
For the calmest of forests,
End up being burnt by the smallest of fires.