The swing and his lover”
By R.Francis Kikon.
Jun 16 2011 11:36PM IST
I stand in the heat
with eroded earth under my seat
created by so many happy feet
while giving them a little treat.
Many come to me for a ride
the young cheerful and happy on their part
and even the old they do not hide
the little child inside their heart.
But sunset is what i eagerly wait
for only then when all is quiet
shall this lonely soul appear in the park
to create melancholic songs in the dark.
With just her sobbing and the squeaky cries
from my swinging chain.
Oh! if only i am human enough
to love and comfort her,
then i would never wait for another aching sunset.