Freedom

         

  Between the dark and the daylight
           When the night is beginning to lower
           Comes a pause in the day’s occupation
           That is known as the children’s hour.


           She adhered at the balcony and…
           …took a glimpse of the beautiful park.
           Giggles of chuckling girls…
           …resonated the aura like a lark.


           Swinging & singing together
           Their face gleamed with delight.
           Gesture reflecting the gist of liberty.
           As the swing took the flight.


            Attributes of childhood are…
            …No worries and no mess,
            No superiority complex and jealousy
            Only virtue and heartfelt happiness


           Yes, this is the freedom indeed
           She realized.
           She traveled in the reminiscences
           …and became nostalgic.


           Life, now seemed tedious
           Permeated with jumble and boredom.
           She too wanted to burst into guffaws
           And absorb the essence of freedom.




Prompt @: Carry on tuesday 
Also submitted to: Sunday Scribblings