A Playgirl She Is Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

She is a playgirl and let her play as this is the age of playing,
Not to be burdened with books and copies,
Not with the heavy sacks on the back
Or the satchel on the shoulders,
A small girl,
How will she carry along?

O, tax not the brain, the mind
Of a little heart, a little soul,
Beat her not,
Try to untax and unburden her
From the load of life!

Hers is an ignorant soul,
An innocent mind and mood,
Defile it not,
Let her play with soil and sand,
With her accompaniments,
Let her joys be with her.

Why to spoil her ignorance and innocence,
Why to spoil her simple heart and soul,
Why to pressurize upon
So mindlessly, so heartlessly,
A girl so pure and undefiled,
Simple and sweet!

She is not a tear fallen from the eyes,
She not the sorrow
As for grieving,
As for to be sad and gloomy,
Morose and despondent.

A playgirl she is,
Simple and sweet, plain and guileless,
Let her play with,
Defile her not with your guile,
A playing girl as she is!