No sorry

And worth of every birth
now you know
the meaning of non-sense
I guess that helps you
Turn your nerves tense… neetu valia

I knew nothing as boy
As I had all kind of toys
Colorful and along with new bride
With complete joy and pride to hide

You were nearby
Liked by me always to try
Tease you with pulling of hair
It gave me joy and seemed very fair

I used to miss
Yes I remember it with lovely kiss
That everybody used to put on my cheek
You too were eager to seek

You were real for me
Not like toy or anything that was easy and free
But you were always by my side
To share world that was not wide

I wanted no one else
You were making me tense
You may sometimes hide behind bed
Forcing me to go after and feel sad

I dreamed from childhood
You came from neighborhood
But I missed whole of the time
You never went out of sight anytime

I was always happy
Run after you and always ready
To share grief and joy
Those were the days to be spent with joy

Now also nothing has changed
I have my childhood and managed
I missed you from deep of my memory
I feel happy and proud but never feel sorry

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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