Beautiful toys-Children
Friday,4th December 2020
Memory takes me back
to stake
the claim for childhood
I have now understood
we were poor
and rich people were next door
how curiously I watched them playing
with the toys and enjoying
it was not simple
and I struggled with mind
when shall I such beautiful toys
to play with and enjoy
suddenly some cracking sound was heard
the toy might have been broken
They threw it on the road
as if the toy was now useless and dead
I picked up broken pieces
and felt at an ease
the joy was limitless
and brought a wonderful smile on the face
when I see at my children
I find no pain
but think how were the days of the past!
but they suddenly disappeared and lasted for no moment
Dr Jadia Hasmukh
From
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Broken pieces are picked up. The beauty of life can be felt with joy. Sorrow does not live for long time. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned.