ONE ,TWO ,THREE

Pleasing and pretty

Pebbles

The  precious treasure

Of my childhood

My niece Maya

Always fond of

Collecting  broken pieces

Of colorful bangles

All those we kept

In the toy home , we made.

On every Sunday

We made our toy home alive

With rice and curry of mud

And decorating the home

With wild flowers from alleyway

And counted our treasures

As one, two , three …………………….

But on a black day

My uncle shifted home

To a distant place

That was a terrible day for me

From then

I  played alone in our toy home

And counted my pebbles

In tears,as

 one, two , three…………………….