Valsa George

Children At Play - Poem by Valsa George

I watch children gathering on empty fields
With harvest over and the farmers gone
Books laid to rest and the school being closed
For sunny days and outdoor games they do yearn

In fiery spirits and wild enthusiasm
Over the stubble of paddy, they move and run
Unmindful of the sharp bite under their feet
Eager to spend their holidays in fun

Some run around, kicking the ball
Passing it to the goal posts quick and smart
While some in groups skip, hop and jump
A few like asteroids through cosmic void, dart

By my widow I stand and watch their sport
I can hear their shouts of joy and hilarity
Like tiger cubs, sometimes they fight
Alerting the neighborhood to their noisy gaiety

Unwilling to disperse, they continue to play
Till the sky turns ashen and the evening dims
Finally through the country paths
Hurriedly they depart to their homes

They promise to meet the very next day
To plan still more adventurous games and enjoy
Free birds of the air having nothing to annoy
How blessed is their life of unalloyed joy

These scenes weave pictures of delight
Reminding me of the days of amusements wild
When such shadowy phantoms fill my brain
I yearn to be reborn once more a child

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood

Comments about Children At Play by Valsa George

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (9/4/2015 1:23:00 PM)

    You brought in a downpour of nostalgia. I was abducted back into my boyhood days of sheer abandon and mirth (10) . (Report) Reply

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  • Roop Rekha Bhaskar (9/2/2015 1:05:00 AM)

    WOW! every poem of yours is a wow! simple things in life, that i could easily surpass, is put in such beautiful words. These images from the poem build up such memories for me; and they are true when i look out of my window from my hometown too. But bringing forth the joy of simple acts is a rare gift. loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (9/1/2015 5:51:00 PM)

    Lovely poem. The innocent joy and playfulness is surely to be missed. I am just thinking belief in rebirth is a savior for such moments. (Report) Reply

  • Alesia Leach (8/31/2015 6:27:00 PM)

    So enjoyed reading. I could picture the children playing, laughing, even fighting. It brought back some wonderful memories. Thank you! ! (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (8/30/2015 10:30:00 AM)

    I would not want to be a child again if it meant losing all the wisdom of experience I have earned, but I would certainly enjoy being able to romp and play with no pain and no concerns. (Report) Reply

  • Jaishree Nair (8/30/2015 9:46:00 AM)

    Sprinting youthfulness beautifully penned.Free birds they are indeed. Lovely write .Thanks again (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (8/30/2015 9:16:00 AM)

    When I see the children playing I desire if I could be one of them, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (8/30/2015 7:07:00 AM)

    Children are bundles of energy. They are embodiment of enthusiasm. What great wish it is to turn into a child again! (Report) Reply

  • Pijush Biswas (8/30/2015 2:57:00 AM)

    Childhood days are extremely enjoyable nodoubt,
    children with their great enthusiasm play and fight while something good or wrong,
    even I remerber the days I played with my mates full of extremity,
    here, as I can see a great person enjoying some such children's playing sitting beside her window,
    and remembering her childhood days.great

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  • David Wood (8/30/2015 2:12:00 AM)

    In fiery spirits and wild enthusiasm children play. Lovely poem, over here the children have had their holiday and go back to school next Tuesday. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 30, 2015

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