A Boy On A Swing

Slowly he moves
To and fro to and fro
Then faster and faster
He swishes up and down

His blue shirt
Billows in the breeze
Like a tattered kite

The world whirls by
East becomes West
North turned to south
The cadinal points
Meet in the head

Mother! Where do i come from
When will i wear lo
ng troussers
Why was my father jail?


Comments (3)

Very nice. I liked too :)
i liked it. there can not be better joyful experience than craving for fragrance!
Lovely, sensitive poem. Short but sweet. Well done.