My Childhood

Life is such a name

That plays with everyone, a different game

But in every game, there is some hopeful ray

I miss my childhood every day.

I remember that day 

When I and my cousin were in the lobby to play 

And there was an old sofa kept aside

Which we burned Because we had mischief in our sight

Markuri, Marru, Selfie Queen, Charlie 

And many more nicknames

I have so many memories to say

But can't, as this is a poem, not an essay