The Playland

Poem By Shamik Banerjee

Once on a round playland at noon hours,
I saw a league of merry children smile
collectively, as if many flowers--
in varied hues, yet, alike all the while;
slinging their arms on shoulders, capered so
and jostled like the merry wind and cloud;
with unflagging harmony of their flow,
they bustled in laughter of joy aloud.
While, fainly as I stood to soak my eye
in childhood's jolliness that winnows free;
as liberal fowls who travel the sky,
I saw the foregone child, revive in me;
and, gained aplenty 'neath the April Sun--
this sight whose wealth can be compared to none.

Shamik Banerjee is a poet and poetry reviewer from the North-Eastern belt of India. He loves taking long strolls and spending time with his family. His deep affection for Solitude and Poetry provides him happiness.