Dream Children Poem by banamala sen

Every minute of our children's life is planned,

Before-school and after -

that's the life!

That's what they are getting used to!

I-pads and Chrome books - mouse (not the real one)and the headphones,

that's all they need, to grow.

Pencils are gone, so are the brushes,

Paints are on their way out too,

Running and skipping, jumping and swinging -

Almost things of the past, Oh, our parents used to!

Flowers, and plants, grass and pebbles,

Do they boggle at them?

Do they marvel at the riot of colours the Tulips bring in Spring, or the Dahlias?

Do they touch the leaves, big and small, enjoy their fascinating shapes?


Some are round, some are pointy,

Some are smooth, some are velvety!

Some have lines, some have crinkles.

Sticks to gather, decorate with Pine Cone.

Sand for castles, snow for snow-man,

Simple pleasures of life - which only children know,

And spread the joy!

In the world of sorrows and cares,

needs and despairs,

they touch with their enchanting wands

of love, and light, laugh and play,

To change the universe into an

Abode of Happiness.


Dream, dream the impossible, never give up.

They teach us - why rush all the time, isn't time infinite?

Children, it's only children, who make our lives

Splendid!