Holding tight
in my small fist
Hopping on feet
One by one
I run to shop
Two lane away
Greeting happily
A shopkeeper asking
I show him my fist
full with four coins
Of twenty fives
Opening a jar
Taking out
packets four
Happily picking
I ran home
To open those packs
One by one
I finish them all
Those were the days
In every small packs
Were hidden bundle of joys
Unlimited joys
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