Sitting on a bench of a park
with all the grownup's stress on my mind
I saw a kid jumping around
a school bag hung on his little back
he might be six or seven
but walked around as if in a heaven
He played without a care in the world
I called him to sit with me
He seemed to think a lot
As he ran to me after a second thought
I chatted with him for a little while
And asked him what he wished to be
He said he wished to be out of school
and work like his dad all so cool
with no teacher's evil eye on guard
he didn't wait for me to reply
he didn't wait to say goodbye
but ran away again with a smile
that I once used to have .
-Priyanka Hosur
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The Fall of Words
Puisi"Poetry..... Something so intimate, so essential ,that cannot be defined without oversimplifying. It is like the colour yellow , love and fall of leaves in autumn. Poetry is magical,mysterious and unexplainable." ...
