Durlabh Singh Poet Classicism

Children Play

CHILDREN   PLAY.

The children play in the sunshine
In a nascent dawn born of baited bliss
Three pronged foot webs in the sand
Of creatures hungry in the meddler nights.

The dreams that hold immensity of night
Forms sound- sculpted in zones of skies
Strivings born of the search for unknown
Wandering wind in passing left a message.
Shorn of chains in straining culprits of hill
Robbers of lives constrained by prouder will.

The children play in the moonlight
In nutant nights born of burdened bliss
Three panthers striding across the plains
Casting their shadows under starry hiss.

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Poet Destroyer A May 3, 2013 at 7:33 PM Durlabh, I like the imagery, and the fun way children play under the starry night... It's just sad, that children only have them monets to play... then like me and you, they are robbed... enjoyed....PD

Matthew Horstkotter April 28, 2013 at 12:08 PM Nice poem.