I was feeling rather despondent, so I took myself to the park, I thought I’d take
a little stroll, before shadows lengthened in the dark.
Then I saw the happy children, rioting in the grass, and my sorrow departed;
like the shattering of glass!
‘Cos the tinkling sounds of children’s laughter, melts the stoutest and stoniest
of hearts.
The cup of happiness boils over, as grief and sorrow depart.
They were running, wildly screaming, shouting with their friends, in riotous
glee;
Lifting their voices in laughter, in gay abandon, so merrily
Clapping their hands and bouncing; jumping up and down, hopping and
skipping and dancing, not a shadow of a frown!
And instantly I adored them, - grinning like happy clowns!
And there was none to reprimand them, ‘cos they were far from town.
They lifted up my spirits;- nay! They made my spirits soar!
To see such merriment abound, among little children, I adore!
O happy little children, may you always happy be,
May your purity and innocence, set your spirits free!
Not like children who live in war-torn lands; orphaned refugees!
No home, no clothes, no food, or water, basic amenities,
Bombs have fallen, parents dead; - their houses a heap of rubble
And they have no home, no neighbors, friends, their lives a heap of trouble!
Gazing into a wretched future, and - melancholy , like me!
Kareema Hussain