On and off I am entertained
I do not buy tickets
I am fortunate enough
not a penny on tickets
sit at my patio long enough
behind the fastened gate
gaze at the tree opposite
the concert starts with a beat
the little one walks into the site
attempts a somersault greet
his brother walks in merrily
incessant chatter from behind
the mother slowly moves in cheerfully
followed by the majestic father in a bind
all the four now hop and jump
the mother carries the baby in her pouch
the brother runs away from the sight
the father runs behind him as such
the baby cries for milk as he is hungry
mama feeds him then and there
sucking the baby goes to sleep peacefully
the father returns with the brother
screws up his ears in an admonition
the brother squeaks with pain and cries
with that the screen comes down
the players go back to the trees.
could anything be more entertaining?
Meenas Poems 