Pleasing and pretty PebblesThe precious treasure Of my childhoodMy niece MayaAlways fond of Collecting broken piecesOf colorful banglesAll those we kept In the toy home , we made.On every Sunday We made our toy home aliveWith rice and curry of mudAnd decorating the homeWith wild flowers from alleywayAnd counted our treasuresAs one, two , three …………………….But on a black dayMy uncle shifted home To a distant placeThat was a terrible day for meFrom thenI played alone in our toy homeAnd counted my pebblesIn tears,as one, two , three…………………….
