Dust On Desk

My old iron boxes get rusted,

Old toys get busted,

Books get tern,

Collection got lost,

But I cried most 

On breaking of desk,

By uncle frost,

My lovely dear desk.

With four legs,

On that some dad's pegs,

And my old clothes with some tags,

Some books and paper with checks,

But everything over dust ,

And under the dust,

My lovely dear desk.

I played games on it,

I read books on it,

Spent times with friends and brothers on it,

It completely fit,

For me and my dog

Desk Made up by wooden log,

My lovely dear desk.

My lovely memories,

With friends are on such desk,

Is only some with them,

Now it is late,

All of them get,

Beyond the graveyard gate,

Sorry for mistakes I have made,

When I was kid and in few past days,

These are the words for my dear be later friends,

Thanks for all of these to,

My lovely dear desk.

I love smell of dust on desk,

Which is lovely 

But it is only source

Which makes me 

Remember my dear friends ,

Those were the days

Sleeping and spending whole days,

On the yellow hays and at night reading and studying on  

My lovely dear desk.

Now It is broken who is my support 

But now my life is my sone and wife

I never spent some worthy time 

With them now I don't want to do something same,

Which I do with my friends

Although my love will remain same,

Towards,

My lovely dear desk.