Imagination has its charm,
As it is the seed of many forms,
Poesy is its spontaneous flow,
Drama is its lively show,
Prose is the easiest in the row,
The mind in itself draws,
A fine stroke of clause,
Relating to an
unseeming thought,
Yet attached to a fancy bought
That of a Space police.
The coinage sounds startling,
But makes a study interesting ,
Framed by a six-year-old,
Whose enumeration is like gold,
Keeping the listener in fold.
Week in and week out,
He talks about,
The patrolling in space,
Which leads to a race,
Of catching the robbers.
It sets me to wonder,
It makes me ponder,
Is not the space away from,
Greed, cheat and lust?
Nay ,not at all , grandma ,
Cries my” Little Nanda.”
Certainly, creativity has the rarest glow.
Meenas Poems 
3 replies on “The Space Police”
Isn’t it just like the imagination of a child to make us see the real possibilities?
Indeed, child is the best tutor. Thank You Martin. meenas17
Sometimes, children rekindle our dormant imagination!! And we really need to thank them for that! This was an immensely fascinating read, Meena… It reminded me of Calvin and Hobbes… especially of Calvin, with his ever crazy space ideas and space dreams! And the analogies ofcourse!
Thank you for linking in with poetry potluck.. I am very glad to see you participate in it… and I hope you have a great time!