A winter morning at the school courtyard

by Kahini Arya
(Ahmedabad,Gujarat, India)

It's a cold winter morning,
I'm sitting in the sunlight.
The sun rays are playing hide and seek,
dodging between the leaves.

Ah, the green teak trees,
Standing tall and majestic,
Ruling over the courtyard.
They've scattered leaves,
Rustling through the air.

The chattering of students,
The breeze whistling in my ears,
Boys playing football,
And monkeys whooping all the way,
Reminds me, of a beach.

Of course, there are birds singing like an opera,
Pretty clayworks hang from the trees,
And paintings of unity, adorn the walls,
Just making me want to sit here, all morning.