CHIDREN PLAYING: a sonnet

CHIDREN PLAYING: a sonnet



Oh, what a great pleasure it is to see
Young children absorbed in their little games.
In their plans and thoughts they are too busy,
They mix freely, future gentlemen, dames.

Too much lost are they in their little world
Of parents, friends, fairies, pictures and toys.
So sweet and innocent is their each word,
As they play together, the girls and boys.

It’s quite a pity that they do grow old,
And get conscious of the evils around.
In dreams, no longer fairies they behold.
From skies of hope, they come down to the ground.

Though that transition is necessary
Let it be slow without too much hurry.



M C Gupta
11 October 2008