He climbed up the ladder, one, two, three
The ground fell lower, three, two, one
The sky came closer, one, two, three.
Up went the kid, four, five, six
Down went the ground, six, five, four
Up was the Future, bright and bold
Down was the Past, dull and dead.
The kid sat at the top
And the slide took him down
In one smooth rush,
On a roly, jolly ride.
The wind hit his face,
The ground zoomed up -
And thud! He was back where all it began.
*********** Balachandran V, Trivandrum, 27-01-2012