He was a playful child
He played a lot
Whenever he felt like playing,
He opened the gates
And ran into the field.
He played a lot -
Alone or with somebody
Until he met her.
They both started playing together
He shared his toys with her
And she hers.
They continued to play on the field
Until the sun was too high
They thought,
Its better they go in and play.
Since then,
They played under the roof
Lots of games
Most of which she won.
He loved to watch her win
And hated his loss
Nonetheless, he enjoyed!
One day she had to go
She took all the toys
(his too)
And ran out
He ran behind her
And found the gate locked.
In the far distance
She stood
Brandishing the key!
He had lost all games that day
To her
Along with her!
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Trapped In Her
The Writer
I write, I say
Thats all?, they ask
I nod
I feel proud
Of putting up a thinker's image
They turn away
And start talking
To my friend!
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