Toys

Toys 


Little wooden horse runs on tiny wheels,
Plastic soldier guards a land of dreams.

A doll smiles with painted eyes so wide,
Puzzle pieces teach patience inside.

Kite in the sky lifts hopes so high,
Marbles roll like moments passing by.

Drum beats echo in a child’s small room,
Blocks build towers that fall too soon.

Spinning top twirls like seasons’ flow,
Train tracks guide journeys we long to know.

Each plaything whispers a gentle truth,
Life itself is a game of fleeting youth.

GR kaviyoor 
29 08 2025
(Canada, Toronto)

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