Thursday, June 21, 2007

While Girls Dance

While girls dance
And boys repair toys
While boys play
And girls play boys
While pigeons laugh
And stars fall rolling
While moms smile
And buddies come calling
While moons rise
While friends win
While trees grow
While dads sing ..
Oh yes, you can live those
And find on your own
That God doesn't like prose
And whenever he is all alone
He takes these times
(The recipe is a mystery -
May be just adds rhymes)
And (wow!) creates poetry

I introduced a lawn in a short Hindi poem earlier, and later translated it into English. The same lawn is the inspiration behind this work. For the record, I am a non believer. Still, I wonder if the creator takes a break every evening at 6pm just to watch kids play in that small lawn.

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