While Searching.

While searching,

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

While searching,

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.


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