A Swing.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

A swing for you,
made of words,
Sit on it,
and go back and forth,
The wooden plank,
that you can stand,
Solid foundation
for your imagination,
Cut from the trunk,
that had the rings,
Of past experience,
as the guests,
More the rings,
more the knowledge,
The plank you sit on,
is made of it,
Hold the chains child;
be cautious of the movements,
The life is the
balancing acts of deeds,
Leaving a hand
makes you unstable,
The wobbling of the words,
may make you shrill,
Sit comfortable,
on the platform,
Holding the chains,
with firm hands,
Go back and forth,
lifting your legs,
Not to touch the ground
and enjoy the breeze,
That kisses your pretty face,
Embedded with
the smoke free lips,
Life is too great
when you know
how to enjoy it,
Life is very simple
when you know
how to swing in it.