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…………………….
One ,two ,three
Posted on the 19 March 2013 by JkalwayePleasing 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…………………….