the rats and the cats , the dogs and the cows
this is how i learnt from teachers , and stood on my toes
thats what my parents always told
grow and stand tall and hold
I remained a bit shorter ,feeling earth closer
nearer to mother land makes me merrier.
My kicks and my cry , the way i most enjoyed
always like this i got best of those colourful toys
the sisterly fights ...the killing instincts
my dirty clothers after games , still stincks.
Being older day by day , I just refuse to grow
looking for a guest , on terrace as I see a crow
The bicycle races with kids and always I lose
now my blue bike just sets me to cruise.
pranks on the friends
the first kiss from her
then second then third , made sure its not love.
holding on to this humour of life
homour has it , all !
