Playground

An open space once filled with crowd and rush
Now transformed to a place of hush and shush

The wind blows away carelessly without touching any skin
Where are the little ones? Those tiny tots, the toddlers and those twins

Are the little ones occupied with those metal cases?
Buried into them avoiding each other’s faces!

The swings, see-saw and slides remain untouched covered in a crust of red
Once a locale of exuberance and life looks now like the grave of dead

Let not allow machines to gulp down childhood
Instead help the little ones to make memories of the time like one should

Cause childhood isn’t something to be held and bound
Instead let’s free them of the wires
To ignite new desires
Before it’s too late and their childhood expires
And help them revive a once empty playground.