The Laughter on the Playground
11/11/2019
the rustling of the leaves,
bustling across the courtyard,
to an imaginary finish line,
only to be disrupted, by
an invisible prankster,
swirling them into a loop
sitting on the patio, cupping,
ohh! that warm cup-a-tea
shawl draped shoulders,
teased by the autumn breeze
weathervane spinning,
rooster at the helm,
croaking n creaking,
straining to twist,
with jester at its tail
childhood, prodded by simplicity,
watching oak let a few more loose,
floating to join ones on the ground,
and, if you hear carefully
the rustling sounds so much,
like laughter on the playground
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Author:
Suresh (
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- Comment from author about the poem: simplicity has an awesome impact
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Comments1
That laughter in the playground is so innocent and so uplifting.
Yes that innocence we left behind with the laughter. Thnx.
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