At the Park


           In childhood the main attraction was the park
         Nothing was better than play and games
         I was the last to leave the park till dark.

          At the center a big tree with dense leaves stood   
             providing shelter of flock of parrots.
          To piece my ears their chirping was too loud
 
        As the parrots returned to their nests in evening.
           I became alert to finish my play.
         Chattering of parrots worked as warning.
 
        Swing sets, Sea-saw, slips were crowded
          But I had no attraction at all.
         To play games of two teams I was addicted. 

            Array of Sunflowers cheerfully nodded their heads in one corner
             Grass hoppers and butterflies disturbed the flowers.
            To drive them away was my daily activity, so far I remember.

        As the school was over and last bell rang to open school gates
      Cheers and joy flashed on my heart.
      Being back home, I rushed to park to meet my playmates.

       To win the game was the only aim and I played till dark.
       Park turned a part of my life.
       Life circulated focusing on game associated with the park

                
     
                       
        
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childhoodnicerhyme

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