At Play. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

At play.

When I saw you,
Your smiles,
Laughter,
Naughty knots,
On your enlightened faces,
The swing of your bloom,
Petal thoughts,
Like the dew sitting on flowers,
In early morn,
Remembering just what,
What is what,
Not bothered behind what's,
Innocent,
Raring to go,
Grab the world by its collar,
And tell her,
I am you,
I will make you,
I will squander you,
If you do not emulate,
Provide me an icon,
A diva,
Perhaps a don,
But the power of my swing,
Will set the tone.

Hardik Mahesh Vaidya

A poem on seeing children at wanton play, despite mama's calling them to make it quits and return home.