Aishwarya. Ash

Rookie (28-10-1995 / Chennai, India)

A Child - Poem by Aishwarya. Ash

A child's a plaything for an hour;
It's pretty tricks we try
For that or for a longer space--
Then tire, and lay it by.

But I knew one that is itself
All seasons could control;
That could have mock'd the sense of pain
Out of a grieved soul

Thou straggler into loving arms,
Young climber-up of knees,
When I forget thy thousand ways
thenlife and all shell cease.

Comments about A Child by Aishwarya. Ash

  • Rajaram Ramachandran (8/14/2009 7:46:00 PM)

    A nice expression about a child. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, May 30, 2011

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