The Children Are Playing Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

I see the little children,
They are playing joyously and spontaneously
In the lovely garden
Of the beautiful spring season,
The loving children are unaware of the
Pain and plight
Of the clumsy and complex realm,
Everybody is watching them
With great concentration,
The blue sky
And the gentle air,
The fresh flowers
And the sweet birds...
All are friendly with
The innocent children,
As they know the divine beauty
And greatness of the sacred children,
Yes, the joyous and spontaneous children are the finest of all.