With the ending of the day,
as the toiling labourers say.
Time spent in sun and rain,
sailing boats in dirty drain.
Half naked kids out of bed,
play in dirt, least unafraid!
Toys of clay, they play in mud,
an would-be-flower nipped in bud!
They smell of earth, teeths yellow,
their mind joyful like the swallow.
Playing with marbles of varied color,
devoid of food, evidently pallor.
As canvas changes across the sky,
innocent minds heave a blissful sigh.
The echo of their mother's call,
reach the kids as night fall.
With starting of the night,
they kindle the bonfire light.
So, the time in sun and rain,
will come again, I know not when...
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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