Let Me Tell You

Let me tell you Let me tell you matter of days I was young enough just to play Running without shoes in tiny legs Collecting multiple wounds and scratches No comparison I can make writing phase Honestly guys those days were heavenly phase No risk of loss in mind having fear Only win win and laughing phase Let me tell you meal of a day No carrying bother was in tiffin boxes I was free like wind in spring Run everywhere monarchial state Simple boy innocent was title If I break or throw utensils Love of sister and excuse from brother Mother's sake was in heavenly phase A kiss from father on spongy cheek With sweet words and with evening sweets Honestly let me tell you guys I was the monarch of all I survey. 5/1/2016 Deepak Chalise.