The Swing

The little girl seated on a blue swing

Watched, with her moist eyes keen,

The kids run and jump around

Playing tag, laughing along

Girls  giggled at the merry-go-round

And the boys played with a soccer ball

Some went around and pushed to the ground

A friend, who got back to fight the fraud

The laughter, so merry, of kids soiled

Filled her heart with a lonely void

As she watched a child seated in a swing beside

Being pushed by a friend with lovely delight,

Pearls of tears rolled down her cheeks, once dry

And she looked up at the moon in the dusky sky

How she wished it would come down to her,

And push the blue swing, like friends they were!

But she knew that won’t happen ever

And decided to stop waiting for someone to cheer

Her up, or push her nice blue swing

So, she pushed herself into the air that’d cling.

-©Surya Ramachandran

Most times, we have to come out of our shells to ‘fit’ in to the world play and to laugh our hearts out with others.

For many, this can be an easy task after a starting trouble.

But for some, it can be extremely difficult.

“Will they accept me?”

“Will they feel disturbed?”

“Won’t they consider me a nuisance?”

These are the questions that torment them..At such times, they desperately want someone out there to invite them, to smile at them and say “It’s OK! Come, let’s laugh and play”.

But then, there are times when such an invitation is never received. Times when you cannot find a friend to laugh and play with..Times when you feel like you are wearing an invisibility cloak that has been stitched to your skin..

It is at those times that we must realize that we are not alone. That we must learn to love ourselves and find joy in our self, conquering our fears and lonely tears..

Sometimes, we must push our swings ourselves to move forward. We cannot depend on someone else always.

Happiness comes from within.

I dedicate this post to a good friend of mine who,  after reading this poem’s draft,chided me lovingly saying, “The girl should go and play with others..Don’t be like this!”..

I knew she would say that..And it kinda made me happy.



The featured image from public domain :

Waiting for summer by Milla Rice



17 thoughts on “The Swing

  1. Hello Surya,
    Have been reading your blog for quite sometime now.. this post has finally shattered my resolve to not comment on your views.. your content conveys an obvious fact which is so obvious that hides in plain sight, such that it takes such creativity to be revealed.. kudos to your analogy..

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    1. Hello Ignotus!
      (I’m guessing that’s your given name..pardon me if I’m wrong.)
      I must say that you’ve made my day. I’m so happy to hear such kind words from you. Knowing that you’ve been reading my little blog, I feel deeply honored and encouraged. Please continue to read my reflections and feel free to comment too. I’ll highly appreciate it.
      Thank you for letting me know about your thoughts regarding the analogy.
      Best wishes,


  2. Such a beautiful poem Surya, and a great analogy that while we are keeping the balance, we must push foreward, but also as we lean back we help the momentum of the forward motion 🙂
    And yes, learning to love ourselves helps us connect to our ‘Inner Child’ ..

    Its good to remember to give ourselves time to play..

    Blessings.. Sue

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    1. Actually, people who know me personally would have been surprised if I were to watch GoT..I’m not programmed for such intense stuff.
      In fact, many people were even shocked to know that I watch anime/manga!
      I’m a victim of a lot stereotyping (based on looks), you know..(maybe, I should write a post on that one day😁)

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