We would gather others and play cricket. We would gather others and play cricket.

The poem shows that even after being with known people, the poet feels like an outsider. The poem shows that even after being with known people, the poet feels like an o...

We let out our tears and cried, Though mature, no one lied.... We let out our tears and cried, Though mature, no one lied....

Paint the string of our souls Paint the string of our souls

"Earlier it was pleasant to be a kid, But now here’s enough time to bid." "Earlier it was pleasant to be a kid, But now here’s enough time to bid."

The friends of childhood are remembered in this poem. The friends of childhood are remembered in this poem.