Old Toys : Old Flowers
I had treasure of toys
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
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.