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Everyone Will Play in the Field Again
Debismita Deb Kolkata, West Bengal. INDIA
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Tukai’s cheeks are puffed today,
His heart feels dull and gray;
He will not do a single chore,
So all his work lies away.
His mother says, “From this day on,
No mobile games for you;
It feels as though life’s rhythm now
Has simply slipped askew.”
When afternoon returns once more,
No children come to play;
If games are gone from fields like this,
How passes one the day?
Whenever they get time at all,
They choose a digital screen;
With whom will Tukai play outside,
If none are ever seen?
Each evening still, with hopeful steps,
He walks toward the field;
No friend appears, so all alone
He roams the open field.
His parents watch with troubled minds,
Their worries growing strong;
“Have games of fields and laughter now
Been lost to time so long?”
With playless days and restless nights,
Tukai feels worn and tired;
His parents think from end to start,
And plan what is required.
“If he does not play at all,
His mind will feel the strain;
Let him play games on mobile phones
But time must remain.”
Each evening he will ride his bike,
And go back to the field;
If friends return on seeing him,
Then games will truly yield.
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