What I Miss The Most Poem by utsav dhital

Often,
In fact quite often
I miss those football pitches with black & white goal frames
hostels clock, pillow and the bed
Putting fun within the legs
Being bikeoholic and pedalling around the road

Canteen's crispy chips
boys out with lots of booze

Among all the odds
lots of vacation homework
long family drive with all the cousins aside
leaving the city behind
An hour and half of walk
To get into a beautiful pond named as badh

Dashain with kites
Celebrating Tihar with lights
Least but not last
All the memories made with
Smiles and cries
Wish a very, very happy Dashain to all of you guys