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Unrymed


Unrvmed
before I die I want to meet
my lost friends of chilhood
want to play cricket on village
pitch
and climb again the mango tree
soak in rainy showers and feel
drops on my face
want to hug my dead childhood
sweethearts
want to get slapped bv mom
want ride on mv father's arms
listen to the scream call by mom
for dinner
the smell of new books
the smell of newly polished
shoes.
the anger of my sisters with
demand
my possessive toys
mv cvcle rides
my Diwali clothes
my loving neighborhood
the crush Whom l couldn't
propose
want to thank all those friends
who could not make big..
I luv u all... screaming that I have not got big enough to hug u
their shyness hurts
Just hug me.
all who made my past
just want to hug u
my teachers.. dead and Alive
I'm as just because of u
want to run in the corridor of my
school
want to fall and get bruised..
want to share my tiffin..
with dessert of boiled cherries
and borkut,
the ice candy and churan
want to listen again the school bell
want to sing the prayers in chorus
and March past in annual
gatherings
want to drink water with hands
from the tap
want my vagabond afternoons
want my summer holidays
want mv teachers pat
what I lost with mirage gains
like poetry unrymed again......

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