I found a pen,
A memory hidden in a den in the long lost memory lanes.
The pen was old and had faded,
The thought was a beautiful one where you could have fun and enjoy,
With ice cream and a game of bat and ball
I found my hard work,
My ardent wishes hidden
And l have let them be,
For they are too old to be got for any desires.
Maybe asking Ma for a small ball or a toy,
For they create such a happenings of old times,
That they bring out your true self which is a child hidden inside you.