No
need for
hospital, then.
We were young,
kids ,merry
Played on sands in riverbeds,
Sands,
sand dunes, hide and seek
Our hands feel the deft roll of
Crabs, nudging
upon each other.
Built squares ,improvised hills
and homes
with toys ; toys
made of
wooden pieces, we
deliberately took
there, to
stir and
spin and span.
Our world was
too small
to think of bombs
and
artillery, neither,
blood
dipped in cavalcade, though
cavalry
was always in our dream
in
our books in simple terms.
Cars
we ran, toy in sands and
Sands ran in our
hands.
But, we
were too young
To think
of hospitals ,wards
and beds
and patients .
we saw
fighting amidst
ourselves,
not fighting in
bigger
levels. Then, no need
for hospitals .
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