#513 Oh! Little kids

 Oh! Little kids

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Oh! Little kids,

I wish I could be like you,

Thousand miles away from those curveballs,

That life throws inevitably.

 

When I look at you playing merrily,

Through my window,

All I could do was sigh,

Sigh at my childhood that passed by.

 

I admire your carefree and innocence,

Being unaware is a blessing in disguise,

As you, no longer have to think, on

Any matters that your mind hasn’t explored.

 

How captivated I become

With your infectious smile,

That comes from a flawless manifestation

Of your soul’s innocence and purity.

 

You played in all seasons,

Whether it snowed or rained,

Without caring about any consequences,

By losing yourself in moment; present.

 

I was in awe of your discipline,

When you followed your teacher, in line,

You walked patiently by

Observing everything around you.

 

I wish I could be like you,

Lost in the world of curiosity, dreams,

Selfless friendship and infinte exploration,

Of the world where I live.

 

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Swati Sarangi

18.04.2024

 

P.S: I dedicate this poem to those little kids whom I watch from my window in Matinkylä. There’s a school, a primary school, just in front of my apartment and I love watching kids playing in front of the school. There’s a small playground in front of the school where there are a variety of swings. I have seen them playing in all seasons; in winter or summer. I admire seeing them walking in a queue, following their teacher, when on a visit to a nearby area.

This poem has been composed for the prompt of NaPoWriMo 2024 Day-18: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which the speaker expresses the desire to be someone or something else, and explains why. 

  P.S: This post is a part of #BlogChatterA2Z 2024Challenge for Alphabet ‘O’

#507 Give up, will you?

 Give up, Will you?

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Will you give up,

When things don’t go right

Or you will fight with your

Negative thoughts with all your might?

 

No one knows how the end is gonna be,

The point appearing to be a dead end,

Might turn into something rewarding.

You never know when your  

Life-clock ceases to tick,

And you’ve to end the game

With a lot of despair and regrets.

 

You’re the storehouse of potential; infinite

Then why do you fail to realize?

That giving up is never an option,

For someone magnificent like you

It’s time for your resurrection,

From that weakly-conditioned self

That lived with imposter syndrome.

 

Now decide, if you want to give up

When things don’t go right,

Or you’ll try once more to

Show up with your all might.

 

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Swati Sarangi

10.04.2024

  P.S: This post is a part of #BlogChatterA2Z 2024Challenge for Alphabet ‘G’.