Just 26 pieces

Grey translucent plastic made thee box
Of circular profile with a black lid tight
Lurking inside some ‘colorful shadows’

Unsure hands in giggles delight
Let the little plastics strewn afloor
Then in sudden silence stared at ‘em!

Crazy patterns, arranged- disarranged
Shouts in glee, little toothless wonder
Syllables pour, broken, like pearls from a necklace thread…

Finger pointed as mamma taught-
A… B… Eeee, then ‘O’- lips drawn close ‘n eyes bulge!
‘Mum… Mum’ with M- the umbilicus of life

In mind, her thoughts, waves of rhyme ripple
Like colors of life slow a rainbow form…
And letters of existence on her mindscape arrange

Letters, the words, the slaves of burden!
Of thoughts, of dreams, demands and prayers
But in a child innocent… abstract lie

Or is it some lullaby, some mantra to change-
The maladies that clout existence ahead?
The broken syllabi of a virgin soul

We never know the abstract words,
The touch of letters, of shapes anointed with sounds-
As a child feels the pulse of life.

In time the matrix arranges itself- articulate
She learns the wisdom that blesseth the race
No longer remain that magic of colors in her plastic box

Words, the letters- team twenty six
Paint us in colors as the years add on-
As life moves on the sledge of time

That had begun around a translucent box
Expires some day with those letters arranged-
The tomb stone regards or maybe newsprint memoir!

Only words remain in the journey of life
All grammar bound- worldly wise!
As…from those strewn pieces she creates seasons in the sun!!

Behold! All puzzles of this planet made of just 26 pieces…