We played with the rain, <br />That started as the stain, <br />Wetted our clothes with fun, <br />Soaked us in cool chillness, <br />We run with the sun, <br />That darkened our skin, <br />Sat under the tree to breathe, <br />Leaving all exasperation of heat, <br />We played with the sand, <br />That deposited between the toes, <br />And in the nails when scrapped, <br />Sand to build the home and dome, <br />We played with the fire, <br />When our young corns are tastier, <br />Roasted in our vast fields that is parted, <br />Even the neighbors chicken not spared, <br />Saw our friends drank the milk from goats and cows, <br />Paddy field rats were caught and dissected, <br />With simple razors to see the internal organ loads, <br />The heart was still beating in stolen chloroform, <br />The land is so spacious for every one of us has fun, <br />We treat the lovers of our friends as siblings, <br />Wives of the uncle like human as aunties, <br />Teasing and seeking trivial joke out of innocence, <br />Our life is great, not the games of genes.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/simple-fun/
