Sir, we did not know this is your garden… <br />No…Sir, my brother wanted some flowers <br />and I said I would love them too <br /> <br />You see we were walking from the cottage <br />and my little brother ran across the fields <br />and I followed, Sir; and no, we were not able <br />to tell anyone; and my brother ran, <br />and he raised his hands across the fields <br />like the birds do, their wings across the skies <br />and I ran, and I forgot the distance <br />and the places <br />and then we sat down, tired and there was a brook <br />and we drank some water <br />and then my brother saw the flowers across <br />on the other side <br />and he ran again and he wanted the flowers <br />He said he’d pick some for Mamma, <br />some for our aunt <br />and that is how we came here; <br />and we love the flowers and the scent <br />and so I helped him, Sir… <br />no, we did not tell anyone we were coming <br />We don’t know where we are <br />Please Sir, do not look so angry <br />my brother is about to cry - <br />he cries when people are angry, and he is afraid <br />We will put the flowers back on the ground here <br />where it belongs, in your park, back on your land, Sir <br />Let us go now, Sir...we will go and <br />we promise not to come back ever again… <br />I will not let my brother come, nor will I<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-children-in-the-fields/
