After coming from my school,
Having tension in my mind when I will reach my home!
Putting bag just inside the door;
My mom told me hurry up go on a rearing tour;
When my cow was gesturing me put me in a hoary grass.

Reaching just my real bark!
Where my chums were present on the tall willow;
And my passions have no control over me
And I was the fellow of same willow;
I was streaky swimmer,
And my chums were called me a silent killer;
Because I was the best angler;

Throwing sand on each other was our a great mission;
As nobody was able for coming out from the small ocean;
Because we never wish to come out of the stream;
The one thing that separates all of us was our school;
Because we were not studying in same school;

Making scares at night for catching fish was our tomorrows dream;
But I was not amateur of beauty parlour cream;
Because I was catching fishes daily on the same beam;
Yes! I was captain of my team;
I was suffering in my childhood madly;
Now, I miss my childhood badly!

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