Children At Play Poem by Valsa George
Children At Play
I watch children gathering on empty fields
With harvest over and the farmers gone
Books laid to rest and the school being closed
For sunny days and outdoor games they do yearn
In fiery spirits and wild enthusiasm
Over the stubble of paddy, they move and run
Unmindful of the sharp bite under their feet
Eager to spend their holidays in fun
Some run around, kicking the ball
Passing it to the goal posts quick and smart
While some in groups skip, hop and jump
A few like asteroids through cosmic void, dart
By my widow I stand and watch their sport
I can hear their shouts of joy and hilarity
Like tiger cubs, sometimes they fight
Alerting the neighborhood to their noisy gaiety
Unwilling to disperse, they continue to play
Till the sky turns ashen and the evening dims
Finally through the country paths
Hurriedly they depart to their homes
They promise to meet the very next day
To plan still more adventurous games and enjoy
Free birds of the air having nothing to annoy
How blessed is their life of unalloyed joy
These scenes weave pictures of delight
Reminding me of the days of amusements wild
When such shadowy phantoms fill my brain
I yearn to be reborn once more a child
Childhood days are extremely enjoyable nodoubt, children with their great enthusiasm play and fight while something good or wrong, even I remerber the days I played with my mates full of extremity, here, as I can see a great person enjoying some such children's playing sitting beside her window, and remembering her childhood days.great thanks
Children are bundles of energy. They are embodiment of enthusiasm. What great wish it is to turn into a child again!
When I see the children playing I desire if I could be one of them, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
Sprinting youthfulness beautifully penned.Free birds they are indeed. Lovely write .Thanks again
In fiery spirits and wild enthusiasm Over the stubble of paddy, they move and run Unmindful of the sharp bite under their feet Eager to spend their holidays in fun....loved these lines which bear full enthusiasm. A beautiful poem is amazingly shared. Thank you madam. Five stars.
once more a child........delightful piece. Wonderful to read. Thank u, dear poetess. anjandev roy.
The childhood memories with the playing instruments and rapture from it have been so movingly and touchingly delineated in this poem. Each and every line is interesting and impressive. I want to quote some lines here....... In fiery spirits and wild enthusiasm Over the stubble of paddy, they move and run Eager to spend their holidays in fun I yearn to be reborn once more a child. Beautiful poem.10
You brought in a downpour of nostalgia. I was abducted back into my boyhood days of sheer abandon and mirth (10) .
WOW! every poem of yours is a wow! simple things in life, that i could easily surpass, is put in such beautiful words. These images from the poem build up such memories for me; and they are true when i look out of my window from my hometown too. But bringing forth the joy of simple acts is a rare gift. loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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In fiery spirits and wild enthusiasm children play. Lovely poem, over here the children have had their holiday and go back to school next Tuesday.