
An old playground.
Not used anymore.
But there was a time…
When children played in this ground.
These children are dead now.
Have become adults.
Yet whenever I come here…
I can hear their laughter in the wind.
(We are still here…)
Oh, God.
Why can’t I not die once more?
To be a child again.
And forget whatever I have learnt that made me believe in death…