Letter To My Childhood

Dear Saarbu,

It's been long -

Since I have spoken to you,

I feel I am so close to you ,

Yet I cannot reach you.

So fluffy you are then,

People carrying you thought of taking help of crane.

You were so fair,

Now your head have few grey hair.

No grief, only gay,

Toiling mumma's live.

Viewing trains, bathing in rain,

In your heart - all these thrive.

Hope I had a time machine for me,

I would have set me free,

Reached you -

So that I become you and you become me.

From your bestie.