The World Of Poems

The Play Of Fate (Playground)

To you I write, My dear friend,

I hope this lockdown comes to an end.

I remember the days when we had fun hours long,

But now it's in the past, faded and gone.

A month ago, we were all so fit,

But now our stomachs are expanding, bit by bit.

The playground here seemed very strange,

But the puzzle was not complicated as a maze.

The playground here was all deserted,

It's been that way since we all were alerted.

Of the dangers, the scientists identified,

Of playing a swing or a slide.

We are addicted to technology;

And keeping hygiene has now become the priority.

The Internet has found a way to keep the kids entertained,

But I feel this is all preordained.

God created a paradise,

But we made it paralyzed.

Nature showed its anger by releasing a deadly disease,

And by turning us into its chess piece.

Nature has a gift for thee,

It makes us all feel free,

When we destroy such a gift,

Our lives will always be adrift.

Take care of nature,

And nature will take care of you.