Children

In the ice cream parlors,

In the long queues,

There are children,

In video game shops,

In Internet Cafes,

There are children,

In front of the TV,

In the middle of the arguments,

There are children,

But,

The heartbroken playgrounds,

Searching for them,

Those little steps,

Who runs with a smile,

Who quarrels over chocolate bets,

The kid's literature stands,

Waiting to be touched,

No one is there to pick up the books,

To sleep while listening to the stories,

Where are children,

They are becoming adults quickly,

In all those unavoidable stuff,

With the availability of many gadgets,

Children left their places,

As soon as they become adults,

They wanted to travel back,

To the childhood memories,

Which were not satisfactory,

And yearn to be loved,

By strangers,

Rather than themselves,

Let the kids live,

To collect childhood,

Before succumbing to the routine,

Of prolonged rat race.