Children of the sunshine play
In my garden strewn with hay
Spoiling all the virgin grass
Unknowingly, they make my day.


I, sometimes extract a glee
From the frolic flowing free
In my heart of hearts to know
That myself they will not see.


Still they guess a vigil wait
Till they walk out tired, late
I see some of them steal a glance
Past my forlorn, rusted gate.


At times when they are at a game
Going through the tried same
I busy myself fending off
The urge to know some of their names.


In my eager hunt for peace
I find a solace in their ease
Of handling little hurts at play
As envy capers accomplice.


This evening at my window seat
Life does seem so incomplete
If not for one single time
I fall asleep under those feet.