Making their way home
On days
Sun shining on tropic of cancer
Satchel, on their backs
Sweat on their brow
Thirst in their tongues
Appetite far flung
Jumping and shouting
Against all these odds
Waiving at the vehicles that pass
And a gentle response from the onlookers in vehicles
Shows no bounds of their joy
beautiful scene from the streets of any town! well written!
How beautifully you have recaptured those sweet days of schooling! Well done Mr Mehta. By the by, I am still over here after the loss of my first home page.. Please visit me now by clicking on my name. Some relations cannot be allowed to die that soon Thank you Mehtaji
The carefree days of school going life with all snags forgotten, kicking the dust and moving on! ! Brings in a train of nostalgic memories! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the title is eye-catching, and the theme justifies the title...a kind of a juvenile poem, beautiful!