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…. ……………………………………. ………………………….. 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