My Playground Poem by Namita Rani Panda

I badly miss my dearest vast play ground
Where I spent with friends cycling round and round
Or flying kites in groups with endless joy
As if dearest dreams touching the sky
Where we used to play kabbadi and other games for hours together
Without caring to be losers or winners
With no care to be muddy or injured
Ignoring mothers' calls and fathers' order
We used to enjoy merry-go-round in Meena bazar during village fair
Or watched with friends black-and-white films, opera, pala at nights with immense pleasure
Spend so many sleepless summer nights
strolling forlorn counting the stars shining bright
But now the ground is buried under concrete constructions
For children, playing with machines, is the only option.
In broken pieces, the sky is visible
Like the carelessly scattered parts of a jigsaw puzzle.