It’s never easy for me to stay still
Sitting with a straight face against my will
I want to play
In this summer day
Looking out the window imagining stuff
Staying indoors with Dad is so tough
I want to hop
In this summer non-stop
Dad hands me a phone so I won’t moan
That’s not the thing that I would own
I want the clouds
And I want to go out
I wonder when dads actually grow up
Wishing the child in them would show up
So I can play
In this summer day
I Want To Play
Frank Solanki 
Beautiful one Frank.
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Thank you, Shashi.
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Lovely poem. Keep writing.
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Thank you, Aparna.
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*Thought
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What a though, Frank! Surely, we must all cling to the child inside of us.
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Thanks, Asha.
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