Childhood Game - Poem by Pijush Biswas
There was a pond dried with summer heat
Where grew Kashful, long, too long to play;
Under the azure skies, near our school
Happily we spent days beyond the clay- -
Nor we agitated birds, nor did they cheat.
When the surging Cuckoo song in the air
Were played, we the children saw aback
To see, if, there was someone fool
Who could have taken it a musical track
Or, if one responded, we burst into fire.
Laying fast slept Meer when we all together
Had gone to make a 'hide and seek' game
Not on the grassy surface, but on a stool
And he said 'What's in it? O, not name nor fame'
'I have a better idea, know, 'tis better war'
And 'tis the day we played 'war' sometime
Gitu was king, Meer was enemy soldier
And I, being mere a innocent and cool
Watching what they did, took care
Of them until the game ends with a chime.
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