Playground
Though a playground is for fun and frolic,
I fear the playground of my childhood;
It’s of our school though not huge in area,
Well furnished with all around green trees;
It’s during intervals that we ran there,
Like monkeys climbing the trees all at once;
Our game was catching others only on trees,
And get ourselves escaping from their catch;
We played falling, rising, climbing, crawling,
Catching as many of us, as we safely escape;
It’s during such thrilling wild game,
It was almost the end of the term there;
Feeling, perhaps, the fear of parting,
We played it more fervently again, again;
And, lo, such a wonderful gem of our friends,
Got electrocuted holding a wire above by fault;
He fell just like a dead monkey from heaven,
As though burnt alive and no doctor needs;
Then the crying and wailing and weeping,
All with heavy at hearts the school departing….
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All I had asked the lord thereafter on that ground was:
Why don’t you give us our friend back to play…?
23 June 2021
PLAYGROUND Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shreya LN
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