A Child In Me Poem by ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR

There's a child in me
Who loves to watch rain,
Loves to put a paper-boat
In the dirty drain.
Yes, my heart oft leaps
To grab the rainbow,
I love to watch the train
Chug across the meadow.
I still love paper-planes,
Gas-balloons in sky,
I love to steal a mango
Chase the butterfly.
I know what you're thinking
That I haven't yet grown,
But I better be as I am,
Because kids have over-grown:
No more fairy-tales for them,
No more a lullaby,
Their toys are guns and bullets,
Bombs are a better buy.
Where are we taking them?
And with them the world too?
Shall tomorrow be blood red,
Instead of the rainbow hue?