Games Of Childhood Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque
Games Of Childhood
In a pensive mood,
Remember I the games of childhood,
All used to marvel,
The way I handled the game of marble.
Flying kite was breathtaking,
So was the stamp-collecting,
I used to play cricket, football and badminton,
Oh! The days were alive with magic and sensation.
Angling and hide and seek were amusing as well,
These I have the next generations to tell.
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