On My Way

I wrote this poem almost two years ago, when I was in school) the poem is all about an incidence or you can say "a sight" which i saw while I was heading to school.

Morning, saw a beautiful scene

still flashing on my mind screen

I was on the way to school

the weather was cool

I saw a child sitting on his grandfather's shoulder

and playing with the white hair of Mr. Older

and it seems like

the child is on top of the world and playing with clouds

or say,

before eight he is on cloud nine

On my mind screen

I recalled them at evening

they are pleasing like its breezing

most of the time.

but sometimes, I want to avoid by sneezing(reality)

my morning starts with a prayer

all should be here

like a grandson before eight

with no hate.

Author's Note

Reviews are welcomed with open heart) :) and this time too I'm assigning you a task :- give a title to it(sorry but I get confused when it comes to giving a title)

Reviews

[Blue]

Hmm, I like the sentiments and the narration of events. I think the rhymes are a bit awkward, though. I suggest free verse. Just an opinion. Anyway, the beginning and the end are written so well.

[Rasi Rana]

thanks for your worthy review)

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is very nice.If people could be like that there would be lot less crime.People should be like children contented and forgiving.Nice message:)

[Rasi Rana]

thanks a lot for review)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome:)

[Rasi Rana]

:) I uploaded another one)

[Rasi Rana]

:) I uploaded another one)

[Vidya Bacchus]

Wil check it out:)

[Daniel Sala]

Hear, hear, we should all be like a hateless child, if only, my friend... The poem is nice as it conjures the scene well.

[Rasi Rana]

Thanks for the review)

[soulesswriter]

It's a nice catchy poem.maybe you can name it before eight ... I got nothing the title u have is good 2

[Rasi Rana]

Thanks for suggestion) :)