Children in a park,
Are a happiness spark,
Seeing them walk, wander or wonder
Lift up spirits from down under.
Happiness at the kick of a ball,
Runs from one to the next stall.
Amidst a few caution call,
And some small brawl.
Giggles on a swing,
Or sand drawing of a ring,
Exploration of everything,
Or sitting doing nothing.
All the little action and reaction,
And the following exhaustion,
Are a sight in exhilaration,
Bringing joy and jubilation.
Little ones grow too fast,
Soon this time will be past,
Free play is the best to hast,
of sweet memories that last.
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Shalini Kathuria Narang is a software professional and a freelance journalist. She has reported for national and international newspapers, magazines and news sites. Her poems have been published in several anthologies including Starry Nights: Poetry of Diaspora in Silicon Valley and Pixie Dust and All Things Magical. She is a monthly contributor to Masticadores USA and has been published on Spillwords Press. She is originally from New Delhi.
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love this Shalini!💞
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Thanks dear Cindy. 💕
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You’re so welcome dear!💕
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