Free
Verse
Tender
Age Bliss
Children
play merrily
Like colourful butterflies.
Never they know
Who is poor, who’s rich
Who is the gardener’s son
And daughter of the owner.
The greenery age of joy
Muses them to dance, and
In the down stream of time
I wish the flower of tenderness,
In the garden of beauty
Smile all the time.
