Simple Verse. No.6- Simple Pleasures Poem by Valsa George
Simple Verse. No.6- Simple Pleasures
Riding down on the wheels of Time,
Through the bends and curves of weary life,
Pleasure it was to halt awhile,
At the start of life as a little kid,
Much we enjoyed those care free days,
With fun and frolic all around,
Nothing to bother and none to nag,
Far removed from staring gaze.
Great it was to ‘dwell' inside,
The house we built with twigs and leaves.
We donned the guise of ‘Dad and Mom',
And ate the dish, we cooked instant.
Fun it was to play ‘Hide n' Seek',
With friends reversing the role in turn,
The cop chasing the thief in hide,
And the thief evading the cop in chase.
Foolish it was to bury beneath,
Many a coin-shining bright,
With hopes to see them sprout some time,
Yielding thousands for the autumn pick.
When the rain came tumbling down,
With water filling every pond and well,
We devised far brighter schemes,
To enjoy life in better ways.
We caught the ants and lady birds,
And put them inside paper boats,
We watched them being set afloat,
Over the muddy puddles left by rain.
With thrill gripping every nerve,
And wonder glistening our curious eyes,
We caught the ‘Minnows' one by one,
Those trapped within the towel spread,
Picking each with careful hands,
We moved them into a tiny pond.
Darting down and coming up,
We watched them, swim all around.
Little things and petty scenes,
Thus filled our hearts with instant joy.
Life never seemed dull or drab,
With each day holding its own charm,
Bliss it was that childhood state,
But sad, it remained a brief interlude,
Staying here on this shore of life,
The other side seems greener far!
ur poem made me go back to my childhood days...those days are golden days, cannot be acheived again in this lifetime by us, and they appear to be short now, but was lengthy then, as we were in a haste to reach the other side that appeared greener, which in reality is not! now i revive my childhood seeing my kids grow, as they are small now, n do all these petty naughty things, that makes them happy. As the fact of life is, they are in a haste to grow up a very nice poem mam
A spontaneous overflow of memories collected in tranquility and emotions well woven into the format. The beauty of a long poem has not been so pleasantly experienced quite for some time and the richness of diction is yet another thing to give you credit for madam Valsa.
Staying here on this shore of life, The other side seems greener far! ....very true! George Eliots calls it the passing of the Golden Gates! ! !
Fun it was to play ‘Hide n' Seek', With friends reversing the role in turn, The cop chasing the thief in hide, And the thief evading the cop in chase................impressive lines with amusing depiction and nice theme. A beautiful poem on pleasure having pleasant expression.10
What a beautiful description of a time, that has gone with the winds, But I listen to music of the gone time, who are the flowers I feel the the aroma that was lost, My grandchildren singing my forgotten rime!
Beautiful poem! Those childhood memories a treasure to keep and cherish.
Childhood is a blissful state. We enjoyed all those games and fun. But dont know how the new generation going to write on their childhood memories.....brought back the old memories..
Such inricacies of chilhood, cherished n treaaured in this poem lyrically packed....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Bliss it was that childhood state. You recalled childhood in great detail with carefully selected words. The poem flows smoothly making it all the more delightful. Thank you.