carefree kids
across the lanes
middle of garden
beside the big fountain
play the game
called “hide and seek” once again
those kids mature day by day
as nature progresses its reign
starting of school it is
playing “hide and seek” in school again
Teasing the friends
hiding from teachers while forgetting assignment
days pass
so are the similar lanes
preparing to enter high school again
playing and teasing
running and resting
playing “hide and seek” from exams again
years pass
maybe to some maturity lasts
Gone, the days of high school
entering the race of competition
esteemed colleges to make through
many a times living the dreams of the gardener who tendered them
in their hard work
in their youth
finally comes the most enjoyable time
maybe it shall be, last streak of leisure life
playing “ hide and seek “ with friends and professor
bearing those memories inside
for the rest of life
seasons pass by
like the golden days
the college ends
clock ticks by
stern is its face
now it’s time to grow up again
entering the office life
or going for value addition
no more “hide and seek” for fun
now hiding from problems
now hiding from chaotic mess
now hiding from scoldings of boss
now hiding from loan sharks
and seeking the answers
seeking the lover
seeking the lost happiness
seeking the meaning of their existence
Looks like “hide and seek” changed its game
it’s no more the “hide and seek” of past again
cherish whatever era of “ hide and seek” you belong
maybe hiding from doom
and seeking peace
thats wonderful too….
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Life sure does fly by, and youth can be fleeting, some will prosper, some will fail, it's the way of the world and always will be. In a way I feel sorry for kids today, they're denied the freedom that probably made us what we are today.
You read the moments
Read the emotions
And so well defined, truly it’s the fleeting time
Indeed the freedom is lost
The freedom to make choice
The inner city hide n seek of today for youngsters is a very dangerous game of bloodshed and gangs. Something people are born into.
It came as a surprise to me a few years back just how dangerous it could be for my young apprentice to be in parts of town where he was a stranger.
Maybe the gang life is hide when away from your neighborhood but seek strangers when you are with your gang... For me that was Mods and Rockers back in the 1960's. Does much change?
Thats another way of playing that good old game
Indeed what a remarkable way you put and connected with the memories
The gang and the bloodshed
The violent way of hide and seek
Mods and rockers - the group of conflicting teenagers, hot tempered ready to kill
So true
An unruly game of hide and seek
Thanks for sharing your memories and giving me further knowledge to expand my thoughts
Your poem brought back memories of my university days. I used to skip some boring lectures - that was easy as those classes were big. For the smaller tutorials we had to think of ingenious ways to escape the eagle eyes of our professors. Thank you for this trip down memory lane.
I am glad I could take you in your memory lanes. So glad that I could hear that tale. Well I did also same. It was fun missing them. Now I laugh about those days. Thanks dear Rozina for stopping by.
Life does fly by, doesn't it? I feel like we must cherish every moment of it. Lovely poem and the "hide and seek" metaphor fits so well with this message. 💖💫
Thank you so much dear reader.
Life and time are brothers. Always flying by.
Much appreciated.
Hide and Seek
Another silver Streak
From Spiller at Peak
And nothing more to Tweak
And your poem is Classic 🙂
What a beautiful poetic reply
Thanks a lot dear Poetess
Your the inspiration for silver streak in me
A wonderfully constructed evolution of "Hide and Seek" here spilleronsheet.
In your your poem, you have succinctly tied certain phases down, and I really do hope in time, that the "seeking" will outweigh the "hiding!"
Bravo, and I hope that all is well!
I really hope the seeking over rules the hiding below
Thanks for your kind comments dear Auburn
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