TREE
I read a poem last week and it just captivated my mind. The creator of the poem was a 12-year old boy. I have read many poems from John Milton’s work till the poems of the new twentieth century. But this poem gave a different feel altogether. It made me to feel that I’m not creative enough like a small kid. The poem goes like this....
Tree is my name
Leaf is my game
Baby on the Bed
‘Kakka’ on my head.....
The word kakka means crow. Observe the rhythm and sense of humour in this poem. Really children are great poets, but they are not seen by us.
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