Memories
wear something dirty like Cinderella
its poring but don't bring an umbrella
we will soak through n through
there's lots we can play n do
I told a friend
who will, I hope wait at the bend
we'll all move out
you'll thoroughly enjoy ,have no doubt
we'll form a group
will keep marching on in rain as a troop
play on in the open with rain pattering on
we will do that till dawn
playing is our right none can scorn
make a call to all, till the rain does fall
or lets go to their houses to call
make it quick
together we will stick
don't take long
ask all to bring some food along
the plan was made
clandestinely we moved out we needed no aid
out into the rain we went
great joy to our joy weather had lent
played one game after another
at small provocations we squealed and hooted together
that day is etched on my mind
I'm amazed at, how in small little things great joy we find.
Copyright © Bawa Talwar | Year Posted 2017
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