Poets

I remember when my love was just a start Love songs played on the strings of heart, Humming her name, passing sleepless nights When the earth was still, I remained alive.

Now, I have turned twenty four To my age, adding years is an awful bore For, no more I'm a child Worldly accountability unfolding wide

A child, just thirteen! I saw him rag picking, Kneeling down every step two or three Unwrapping the wonders in hurry