Voices of children

Photo by Miki Fath on Unsplash

Let us play in the rhythm of raindrops
In the potholes of street and jump on mud puddle
Where the man with paper boat leaves it in the pool of rainwater
And we watch it and chase it to the other places

Let us all gather for the feast from nature
the grass, the stones, and the mud
And make a muddy and earthy cake
Blowing the candles of broken trees

Let us dance in the beat of skipping rope
In the courtyard and public squares
Where everybody joins in and make a collage of memories
Where the echoes of our scream stay forever

Let us run in the fields of green
Where our laughter dances
Beneath the golden sun
And run and run until the moon rises
And Chase it to our home

Let us crawl on the road
Claiming it ours stopping all the vehicles
And paint it with colors and sleep there
Where the rainbow ends

Or Let us just walk around
To watch the dogs barking and birds flying
And later tell you the stories of their merry life
Yeah! Let us walk
To watch the festivals or perhaps the possessions
And later ask you the questions of gods and goddesses and politics

But now here we are inside the room
The room with plethora of gadgets
Where you are being busy with and now us
We are confused which life we like the most
The life inside the four walls (We call it cage) or the open places
The colorful life of gadgets has made us forgotten the actual colors of outside
You know? We always peeked out from the window and watch each other feeling the same
We are often confused of being animal or children
We know we are cute but don’t keep us inside
Don’t museumize us and our games
We are done with playing hide and seek at home
We are done pretending we are cute and kind
We want to go outside and be ourselves
We want to do what you had done in the past
Don’t only tell your stories
Let us create one for us as well