My Magic Cry Poem by vijay gupta

My magic cry
My cry was like a red light signal
and my ‘Mom’ & Dad stopped at once to see my cry.
My elder brother became alert at my cry.
My cry was a magic for me.
Every one behaves like an obedient servant when my cry begun
My milk, food & toys were always
Ready at the point of my cry
I feel that every one in the house was fond of my smile
not of my cry.
Lovely, pretty teacher took my hand in her hands
when she hear my cry.
Her fingers were rubbing my finger
It was a joyous moment for me.
Because a thorn hurt my finger.
I was away from any type of worry.
Play & smile was the part of my life
Because I was five yrs old baby.
Now I am in sixty’s and I can not cry.
So I am away from such glorious moments of that time.
I can realize only those moments.