Seesaw - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
In love! Though he is still a child,
in the back yard so pink so mild,
swinging on a branch of a lovely tree,
a bud of rose completely free.
Free of tensions free of pains,
Free of guilt free of stains,
He invites her to enjoy a seesaw,
she flew helplessly like a straw,
When up he is sad as she is down,
when down and sees a flying crown!
Crown or silky wings of a fairy?
She is so charming when she's merry!
He sticks his foot firmly on the ground,
he loves to enjoy her laughter's sound
Merely a friendship or a love at this age?
What next when youth comes out of the cage!
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