Why..? Poem by Sunita Chandla

I’m talking about a deserted home
That was once bustling in full bloom
It housed three children, cousins and friends
All eager to tell a story that seldom ends

Each was a typical character
Or shall I say a specimen
With dreams of their own
Some were of course kept secret
Some spelt out to be known
They laughed and lived together
But were never a team
Though worked with much fervor
To smoothly flow in their own stream

I rummaged through their belongings
Those had time and a situation to spell
Scribbled notes, thoughtful writings
Wish lists and others hard to tell

Handmade cards
For Christmas and Diwali
Letters hidden in covers,
Now unveiled a sweet story

Small uniforms and dresses’
Neatly folded but had broken hooks
Rusted badges and pencil boxes
Photos of their innocent looks
As I swept the dust away
It magically melted the years away
I could hear them giggle and making a lot of noise
Some with loud music on, was singing on top of his voice

Rooms then were untidy but spirited high
Now so quietly echo- only a sigh
Kids grow up so soon
Can anyone tell me WHY……..

Now each one to its own
Is reaping seeds they had sown
Fruits are not all juicy and delicious
People are not all rich and famous
Pain and pleasure take their turns
And God blessed me with Happy Returns