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 !!