My Childhood Shop Poem by R.K.S. Yadav

When I was a child I had my small shop
Not because of my need but just a game
With my childhood friends at the top Of my home street in dark with flame
There was no greed at all or a need
Just for joy with my friends indded
There were all those things I loved
To eat, so from my friends, I saved
They used to come with grain to get
The toffees and other things I set
At my funny shop not for sell at all
It was a way for my friends to call
My shop didn't run for the whole day
Just in the evening to make me gay.