GAMES ON A WINTER MORNING
Early on a winter morning,
Young rays of the sun
March into my house
To have a lot of fun!
Without e’er an invite,
Through the bare window
They clamber down my bed
And scamper over my floor.
In a game of make-believe,
They pretend to be my furniture.
Suddenly they stop in their tracks
And preen in front of the mirror.
They creep under my sofa.
And in their faces bright,
I spy a collection of dust,
Hiding from my sight!
Giggling, they run to find
Every dirty nook in my room,
Getting in my way, as I
Go looking for my broom.
They visit my dining table glass
To draw patterns of my chair.
Before you can even blink
They are dancing everywhere!
Now, this really is the limit!
Using my chair as a ramp
Some climb on to the ceiling
Disguised as a lamp.
They chuckle, having fooled me
Let them snigger all they will.
They’re welcome to my house
For it is winter, still!
But, when summer comes,
Let no one have any doubt.
With thick curtains and blinds
I will shut them out!
(And then it goes all philosophical – but forget that!)
You’ve caught the essence of sunlight streaming in in winter !!! I love it !
Thank you Vidya! Do read the original in Hindi – I like that better! It is earlier in the tukbandi category…