Little Lamb: A Childhood Story

One fine evening, my mama forbade me to watch my favorite cartoon show. I was angry and an unhappy kid at that moment. How could my mama be so cruel? Though it was a night before my exams but still luxury of watching cartoon shows should not be taken away, because when luxury becomes a routine it’s no more a luxury. It’s a necessity. Alas, my mama did not know that.

So I had no other options except to shutoff television and open my books. But I could not let it go. So, I uttered… “Whatever you do to others, does that repeat to you?” I inquired my siblings who were elder to me… and had a little interest in the cartoons.

Looking at me in astonishment they nodded their heads and affirmed my inquiry.

And me without having any predictability of the future, made a statement.
“When I will grow up, I will not let mama watch Thunder Cats either.”

I love you mom 🙂

While passing through the green field,
where meadow has a shadow,
and sun was about to sleep,
I saw birds moving back to home,
and the flock ran to rest,
hey wait mama, the poor lamb said.
His trembling little limbs,
fear in the voice,
and I could see tears in his eyes.

He was left behind his parents,
and the flock did not care,
alone in the valley,
even greenery looked so scary,
the sky turned black,
I doubted its existence,
no stars in the sky,
and moon was away that night.

The little lambkin screamed,
but his mama could not hear,
she could not see the kid disappear.

Wolves started to howl,
the lust glittered their eyes,
lamb looked at them in surprise.
And this all was so spooky,
the lambkin wished it was a dream,
he cried, shouted and shed the tears,
and woke up where his mama was combing his hair.