A CHILD'S DREAM
A little child playing with her soap bubble
kit,
Sees the bubbles fly away one by one,
As small shinning transperant balls, -
of her many colored dreams!
And when she holds onto the long thread, -
Of her hydrogen filled gas balloon;
And feels the gentle tug of the string in
her little fingers,
She looks up in wonder and amazement!
And again when she sees her brother flying
a kite,
Which skims and dances in the blue sky,
up high,
Her bright eyes full of happiness brims!
For those bubbles, the balloon, and the
high flying kite, -
They all tow a child's waking dreams!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
13 Sep 08
RAJ NANDY
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