Days With My Cousins

When I was a little kid, I used to play with my Little cousins, In my grandma's huge Old house With no electricity... It was a village Filled with greenery It was like a vacation Home to us... There is no pool But there are many river, ponds, streams, Hills and fields... I have some naughty cousins Accompanied me to catch fishes, climbs up trees to Pluck berries and mangoes, We cooked together with our Grandma's help... We giggled and ran over the fields, Played cricket without Even knowing rules, We fed small Abandoned birds We cried together When It departed... We grew chicks together saved it from hawks... We climbed the trees For nuts and jackfruits... Each day with my cousins Was filled with laughter... Old house had an open space In the center, Which was our bathtub While it rained... Old house of my grandmother Filled only with laughter.... Every blackout nights With the glowing Candles and lamp, We played hide and seek game Unknowingly we Smashed the bananas and jackfruit.... World of my childhood In my grandma's old home Filled only with laughter.... Now there is a broken house With same greenery , Ponds and hills..... My cousins were busy With their jobs, Our childhood has turned Into memory, Chatting with them rarely Through my mobile.