With season's first rain
The city was overjoyed
Relived of burning sun
Sensation was hard to avoid
The Church's bell rang
And crowd melted to thank
almighty, at the holy hour
But the children had pranks
Kissing on each other's palm
They rushed towards muddy ground
They slipped, rolled and danced
Their laughter was more profound
As people rushed out to see
Their eyes and mouth dumbstruck
Two small kids fighting hard to death
Were happily playing in mud-struck
There and then, children taught a lesson
No words were shared, no efforts were made
A message came in silence, all of them learnt
Ego and enmity are not something to keep but to forbade
Written for A Prompt Each Day - Midweek Wordle#5
So beautifully said...
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Thanks dear :)
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DeleteThe story of my city, right about now :D nice work, Simran :)
ReplyDeleteHahah! Must be fun :)
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Just another day at my school! Excellent piece.
ReplyDeleteRosey Pinkerton's blog
I am glad it reminded you of your school day, Rosey :)
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Nicely written! And yes nice message in the last line :)
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DeleteMarvelous poem.
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DeleteBeautifully penned! I liked the irony in the poem..
ReplyDeleteRamya
A pinch of irony is what I love to have in my poems. Thanks, Ramya :)
DeleteBeen there. Done that. So I know what it is.. Beautifully penned!
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I am glad you can relate to this.... :)
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Hmm. The pic looks like they're jovially playing. But I do hope no fight to death happens. It'd ruin the rains too!
ReplyDeleteIndeed :) I hope so too.
DeleteWow dear ....beautiful and I love it♡♡♡♡♡♥
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