
The trees swayed with the winds,
cool winds in the hot summer, and a swing moved slowly with no one to play,
it was a deserted afternoon, one with none around,
just lonely , waiting for some one in dismay.
In a house nearby, little Meera cried out,
"mother, let us go out and play,
we'll be playing hide and seek, all of us together,
neena, meethi and little suresh."
"No!" said the mother, with narrowed eyes,
"can't you see how hot it is?
I don't want the sun to harm you all,
getting you unwell in a jiff."
So all the ranting and requests went on like a tide, ready to break on the shore,
but to no avail was it to the mother, who was busy guarding the door.
The piercing light lightened up a bit and in came the initial hours of eve,
the hopeful eyes fell on their mothers face,
pleading to fulfill their wish in glee.
The door was opened to their tiny delight
and a spark of joy caught their eyes,
running they came to the open ground and took a chirpy flight.
The same is true in the case of life,
which waits, snuggled up to its dreams,
and as and when it gets an opening,
it takes a flight in glee,
there in the open grounds of freedom,
it spreads its dreams around,
and then comes a new day, a new scene of life,
dreanched with joy that resounds.