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
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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.
Lovely poem. The innocent joy and playfulness is surely to be missed. I am just thinking belief in rebirth is a savior for such moments.
So enjoyed reading. I could picture the children playing, laughing, even fighting. It brought back some wonderful memories. Thank you! !
I would not want to be a child again if it meant losing all the wisdom of experience I have earned, but I would certainly enjoy being able to romp and play with no pain and no concerns.
Sprinting youthfulness beautifully penned.Free birds they are indeed. Lovely write .Thanks again
When I see the children playing I desire if I could be one of them, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
Children are bundles of energy. They are embodiment of enthusiasm. What great wish it is to turn into a child again!
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
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.
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.