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.
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