A Child's Dream Poem by RAJ NANDY
A Child's Dream
A CHILD'S DREAM
A little child playing with her soap bubble
kit,
Sees the bubbles fly away one by one,
As small shinning transperant balls, -
of her many colored dreams!
And when she holds onto the long thread, -
Of her hydrogen filled gas balloon;
And feels the gentle tug of the string in
her little fingers,
She looks up in wonder and amazement!
And again when she sees her brother flying
a kite,
Which skims and dances in the blue sky,
up high,
Her bright eyes full of happiness brims!
For those bubbles, the balloon, and the
high flying kite, -
They all tow a child's waking dreams!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
13 Sep 08
great composition....it also shows what we lack...the sheer fascination at even the tiniest of things. a 10! ! !
'They all tow a child's waking dream' How you linked up childhood days plays with their waking dream......great imagination....very much true...a great thought...
These dreams not just remain a Child's From Birth to Death we all have similar dreams Bubbles and Kite take different shape and place But we all dream the child's dream With the same Zest... One and all seek that hapiness Whether the ballon on my hand Or the Kite on the other. Wonderful Message. My thoughts fly high.. with poem.
hw colorful a child's world is...bubbles/balloons/kites n the best part is all soar high!
Love the poem I think its wonderful. You wrote of the innocence of a child's world of dreams colorful happiness I give it a 10! ! !
a life so colorful in the tru sense the balloony dreams diffusing the innocence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 10:00:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
my grand daughter just loves blowing the soap bubbles, and in this poem is reflected all that i see in her eyes for those, the balloon, and the high flying kite they all tow a child's waking dreams. lovely, i enjoyed it. children teach sense of abandon, wonder..in simple things. frankly it has rubbed off on me.