POEM-MISS YOU MY FOOTBALL.

Plenty of rains and a football game..
making paper boats and clapping when it floats..
collecting steakers,games and cars..
no tension of carrier as it is tooo far.

girls collecting rubberbands and colorful clips..
begging 10 bcks from mum to buy chips..
a very little horizon of mind..

thoughts are unreal and heart is kind.


boys widening their eyes on a look of imported bikes..
hiding in washroom and practicing making spikes..
sitting wid family and watching television..
on intimate scene smiling wid naughty vision.


galz forming groups and bitching others..darling of fathers and companion of mothers..
want to go out like their brothers for  nyt out..
but is a plan backed by mummas shout..


wearing dresses of mothers choice,which is full of colors widout a spice..
asking brothers phone to play a game 
reading his gfs message widout a shame..


growning up hairs and and styling dem on going out..
all turn to army cut after the dads shout..
forming groups after coaching slot...
classifing gals dat who are hot..


hering the word "affair" eyes bulge out of socket..
wishes are loud but an empty pocket..
when mom combs hairs it seems unfair
dying for freinds at any season..
and giving treats widout a reason....


it is called the age of sunshine..
later only exhausted sun is left widout a shine......


                                                                                      By-Niharika