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 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