Old Toys : Old Flowers 

I had treasure of toys 

Jumping monkey 

Laughing joker

Singing guitar 

Running trains , and what not..

It continued ....

Till one fine day 

Our house was abuzz with people

Congratulating my father 

I peeped through the  hiatus

A baby was weeping in the arms of my mother

I grew restless as mother was not calling me 

I threw  my toys 

And went into corner of my house

Lay sleep till maid me awake 

Baby started staring at objects

One day he hinted for monkey toy.....

Father rushed to market to buy new 

Though I had one

But whenever father bought a new toy 

Or any object of joy

For brother

His old toys  given to me for play

His desires became his need 

And nobody paid any heed 

To my need 

I still fail to understand 

Why old toys were given to me?

May be new things are meant for new 

Someday when I grow old 

My wife shall say 

Look, this is for your son

Then grand son

Man should understand 

The Nature decorates itself with fresh flowers 

And old  flowers are not even put on the dead  feet.

Ramkishore Upadhyay

16.5.2013