A funny poem reminding lost childhood |
Funny Little Boy In the crowded bus, nobody noticed him But I did, A funny little boy with broken teeth And slender legs Holding hands of his mother Making his way in the crowd There was something special About the funny little boy That attracted me but What was it I never knew My day will be good When I see the funny little boy The day will be bad When I miss the funny little boy Every time I tried to talk with him He vanished in the thin air He was agile and little shy His curious eyes kept on reading all faces in the bus and it became my hobby to catch him doing that. Days went on and on Funny little boy was always there. Then at times I started missing him When I climbed ladders in my office Or was he avoiding me ? My eyes kept on searching His white shirt and a khaki pant Then days went on and on Without the funny little boy It was painful not to have Funny little boy on the bus. On fine Sunday morning When I was summoned For cleaning in the house The old rubbish from the broken cupboard And I was shocked as I saw picture of the funny little boy In the black & white in the dusty family album My son shouted Look papa how funny you used to be When you were in the fourth. ©Vijay |