Beautiful Toys-Children Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Beautiful toys-Children
Friday,4th December 2020

Memory takes me back
to stake
the claim for childhood
I have now understood

we were poor
and rich people were next door
how curiously I watched them playing
with the toys and enjoying

it was not simple
and I struggled with mind
when shall I such beautiful toys
to play with and enjoy

suddenly some cracking sound was heard
the toy might have been broken
They threw it on the road
as if the toy was now useless and dead

I picked up broken pieces
and felt at an ease
the joy was limitless
and brought a wonderful smile on the face

when I see at my children
I find no pain
but think how were the days of the past!
but they suddenly disappeared and lasted for no moment

Dr Jadia Hasmukh

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