My Society

My society in the evening becomes

There is little peace

There is little noise

All are busy in their works

My society in the evening becomes.

Ramu uncles strict samosas are making out

Cold wind blows

Prepared evening tea in Sharma aunty home

My society in the evening becomes.

Some children's are playing cricket

Some children's are playing hide and seek

Seeing all this my mind is getting pleasure

My society in the evening becomes.