Childhood

The streets and the roundabouts

Chaos in alleys

Children frolicking

Hither tither

Some dominating

Some led by the clique

Striving hard for the game

Mother's calling my name

The food which never went beneath

Without the bellow sound of hers

Irritating , till she gets mad

Satisfaction I always had

Friends who never leave me

Alone or with someone else

Smashing of window panes

Yelling of neighbours

Crying from a wound

Scars in the knee

To carrying all the pain in our heart

We all grew up.

The time we will always cherish

The time we will always want

But never get back.