CHIDREN PLAYING: a sonnet

CHIDREN PLAYING: a sonnet



Oh, what a great pleasure it is to see
Young children absorbedly playing games.
In their plans and thoughts they are too busy,
Mixing freely, future gentlemen, dames.

They’re happily lost in their tiny world
Of parents, friends, fairies, pictures and toys.
Sweet and innocent is their every word,
As they play together, the girls and boys.

It’s quite a pity that they do grow old,
Getting conscious of the evils around.
In dreams, no longer fairies they behold.
From skies of hope, they come down to the ground.

But that transition is necessary
If they have to fight their adversary.


M C Gupta
11 October 2008