Childhood has a crown of its own; it requires no other distinction to be cared. But that's not the life and so that's not the poetry.
You called everydody
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It was a june summer night
it was a party, a kitty party
dishes decided and games were chosen
and all the ladies in the apartment you called
Lights were bright & was a beautiful sight;elaborate arrangements
every thing roof or wall, cup or glass was ready to dance
and every eye did sing
and you called all the children
They played with cakes and ate balloon
none knew nothing & time was fooled
you called the moon please don't fade away
and you called all the stars that night
They didnt listen and they did fade
and in the morning, they gave memories
souvenir of happy shades and said thanks
because you called them that night
The day then shined, and shades grew dim
and again none knew nothing, u made the list what to buy
you went to the shop near by and u met ladies
you called last night.
Children were playing with cycles and footballs
you saw from the shop watchman on the gate.
his kids guddiya and raju, left their game, came running to u & said
aunty why didn't you call us, you called every body last night.
The time stopped again
the innocence surprised
no answer to innocence, no answer to the kids
why you didn't call them last night?
- peeyush yadav.