OUR CHILDREN
R. Janardana Rao
Children O’ these lovely children!
They rush clean to their convents
Their satchels full of Light
For a future leading step by step
They go in clusters as birds
Below their shorts and skirts gleam.
Fresh flesh of future lives
All these are my grand children
Their sight revives my old nerves
This second childhood I enjoy
As they run, my nation runs
In them the progeny prolongs
Eyes to admire, ears for their chatter
Our love for them all in abundance.
Go, grow and learn my children!
You’ve the treasure trove with you
Of future of this land, expand
We cherish this beyond caste or clime
Religion, status, or any divide
You, our children, grow and grow
(Written when the schools are reopening)