Toy

By Shyamoli Banerjee

When I was a Little Little Boy

My hands were full of Colourful Toy,

When I Weep they cried with me,

When I laugh they danced with joy.

The childhood toys said Adieu,

And left the Stage........

I find myself in young man’s cage !

Toys come to me in many ways.......

Toys Of Family, Toys Of Friend,

Toys of Name, Toys Of Fame

Toys of vanity, Money Game..........

Now ; I am a man of grey.

Youthful toys vanish away !

In my heart,I am still the crying little boy.....

But my hands are empty...........

Alas! No Toy, No More Toy !!

By Shyamoli Banerjee