I waited for her to leave for office,
As I kept walking towards her room
I couldn’t stop smiling,
As my dream was about to bloom..
I put on those red glass bangles,
That didn’t fit me so well,
This is the sight I was waiting for,
But it was not a story to tell.
The sound of those gorgeous bangles,
Stole my heart every day,
And when I saw them kept on the table,
I ran to wear them & forgot my play.
Melas were not about swings or games,
It was to see those colourful bangles,
Those charms like safety pins around it,
And that prepossessing spangle.
I waited for so many years,
To be able to wear them without permission,
The glass bangles went out of fashion,
Just when I could afford them and was in a position.
I’ve seen my passion growing,
As now I possess a huge collection,
Obsession seems a little negative,
So let’s call it pure love and affection.
Thank you mother for introducing me,
to this enchanting world of bangles,
I will continue to adore them,
As I gaze at them every morning when they dangle