The Child In Me Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The child in me
Likes to run down to the flat land
Where from the smoke rises up the huts
And above the cluster of trees the sky looks grand

The child in me
Likes to jump into the cold stream
To chase the flock of swans swimming
And sleep in the long grasses as bed to dream

The child in me
Likes to hold the dew drops in hands
To roll them in the palms and when they
Fall watch them getting sucked away by sands