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.
-
Durlabh Singh(C) 2011.